Page 226 of The Monster and the Masochist

A worm at my feet.

“Wha–what do you want?” the man rasped as I used Cassandra’s body to approach him as he cowered before me. With a lethal smile, I slowly knelt to straddle his prone form.

Exchanging the gun for one of the switchblades my host had slipped into her pockets, I flicked it open, smiling down at my reflection in the steel of the knife.

The man’s eyes bulged as I pressed the sharp point against his cheek, just beneath his left eye.

Do it, do it, do it…. Cassandra chanted in the back of my mind, and I took a short moment to revel in how our roles seemed to have reversed.

Her need for this man’s blood was a rush.

Addicting.

And something I was more than willing to give her.

“P-Please, I’ll give you anything you want–”

I pressed a finger against his lips and gently shushed him, even as I tilted the tip of the knife more firmly against his cheek.

The man’s eyes rounded as my grin spread wider.

“What I want…” I purred, pressing the knife more solidly into the base of his socket, “...is to see your insides.”

“N-n–”

I didn’t let him finish.

Laughter bubbled up in my chest as my knife sank into his right socket, and I relieved him of his sight.

“Now you won’t be able to see things that were never meant for your eyes,” I sang while he thrashed like a wild animal beneath me.

Ripping the knife out of the man’s face, I plunged it back down into his other socket, enjoying the filmy pop of his eyeball as I punctured it with my blade.

Mmm. Delicious.

Someone was laughing.

The sound was like music, and I grinned as warm spurts of my prey’s blood drenched Cassandra’s throat and chest.

I was lost in a rolling wave of ecstasy as the pedophile slowly weakened beneath the unforgiving assault of my blade.

More… more, more, more… more blood… more pain…

Bleed for me, you little rapist. Let me hear you scream….

Abruptly, there was an explosion of bone and brain matter, and the man suddenly died in a pathetic heap beneath me.

Blinking out of the overwhelming bloodlust that had possessed me, I glanced down at his ruined corpse, feeling slightly confused, until I realized it had been the vampire.

He’d shot the man in the head, and now there was rapist blood splattered across the sinfully white walls of this sinister prayer room.

That was better.

It was more honest.

I didn’t have time to reprimand the vampire for stealing my kill, as the girl was still screaming, and it became clear why he’d ended my fun early.

The girl’s tiny cries were an alarm.