Ruby red. That was the colour of the stain left behind from the still-warm blood droplets sliding down Ramona's arm and dripping from her fingertips to the floor. It was Tabitha's favourite colour. How she admired the pallor mortis of her ravishing new victim! Ramona was incredibly exquisite indeed. Her flawless auburn locks were coiffed in a do that would render any princess green with envy. Her skin was so soft, and cold. Her ankles were now a grey-ish blue from being tied up to the ceiling. Her thin frame was so delicate and beautiful that the little cuts left on her rib cage only added to her splendour, thought Tabitha.
She moved closer to Ramona while biting down on her lip. Tabitha felt shivers go down her spine as she approached her latest work of art. Never had she been this captured by anyone of her victims before, she was completely, utterly and perfectly spellbound. As the doll's arms hung over its head, the blood gushing from its ribs slid down the sides and created lovely patterns that fixated Tabitha. Standing right beside Ramona's hanging corpse, Tabitha inhaled deeply and filled her lungs with her sweet scent. She then pressed her hand against the corpse's back, smoothly massaging it, and with the other hand, caressed her lifeless face. Enchanted by the beauty emanating from Ramona's dissipating aura, Tabitha leaned her face towards her victim's and ever-so-softly posed her pink, plump lips onto Ramona's grey, dead ones.
Ecstatic, Tabitha felt an odd amount of sparks rush through her body - she was entirely fascinated. She swooned lightly as she held on to the floating body tightly. She then slowly mushed the lines of red on the victim's arms and smeared it before breathing gently on it. Tabitha felt the skin get warmer where she would exhale - her warm breath would render Ramona's frigid body caress-able.
So close her mouth came to Ramona's arm. So close her tongue came to Ramona's skin when they finally touched. Tabitha, with what appeared to be some form of love, wrapped her quivering, yet warm, lips around the ice-cold fingertip of Ramona's index, and sucked the ruby droplets right off.
Picture by: Munzi Habib (my sister)
