She wanted to close her eyes and lick the thick red from his skin, taste the metallic salt of it. She imagined him fighting back, drawing a steel edge delicately across her own bare flesh. She wondered if it might feel like the caress of a lover. Hatred, helplessness, and an insidious lust warred for dominance in her chest. And somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Elma felt vividly alive.
