The sweat on her chest formed little beads as they slid down her cleavage, creating a light shimmer on her soft sun kissed skin. Tabitha was becoming breathless; with each breath she drew in, her ample bust raised, rendering her perky breasts evident through her wet baby blue blouse. She wiped the salty droplets off her forehead with the back of her fist, sighing out of exhaustion, while she augmented the force on the hand she used to push Melissa’s face into the bathtub she had filled earlier with chlorine water and leeches.
Melissa’s eyes reddened under the water, her face became invaded by an army of blood thirsty leeches, and her severely lacerated body wiggled over the tub and on the floor. When Tabitha noticed her own reflection in the pool of blood the young victim was creating next to her, a thought crossed her mind. She then let go of the scalpel in her hand and grabbed onto a thick lock of the victim’s satin black hair and continued the torture routine until all her limbs went completely immobile. Tabitha let go, crossed her arms on her chest and leaned against the tub to watch the leeches compete for a shot at what once was Melissa’s face. It was time for Melissa to take a bath, she thought, and so she acted accordingly. Wearing an indifferent expression on her face, Tabitha then turned around and swiped up a little red from the blood pool with the tip of her index and got up, walking away from the floating corpse to face the mirror. She looked at herself for a while, and then looked at her finger. Biting down on her lip, Tabitha applied a beautiful shade of blood red on her plump lips.
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