I grab the bottle of fake blood from the table and squirt some onto my finger, like toothpaste on a toothbrush. A warm sensation rushes through me, traveling all the way down my body as I smear some of the blood on my chest, staring at my reflection in the mirror plastered on the wall. My heart beats wildly at the image. Suddenly, I’m smearing the entire container of blood all over me, bathing my arms, neck, and chest in the red liquid. “Jesus, Cora,” Jerri mutters. “You think that’s enough blood?”
