Snippet (number 1)

Breathing hard he watches as the thick scarlet droplets fall away ย from the sharp knife, splattering against the black and white tile. All he can think about is how strong he was, and good it tasted sliding down his throat. Without thinking too much he reaches out one finger, coating it with the blood and raises the digit to his lips.

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