The Blood Woman

Flopping around like a fish out of water, he twisted and turned on the ground. The ropes cut deep into his flesh but he refused to stop. Hot tears still streamed down his face as a familiar face entered the room. 

The man squirmed away, inching towards the back wall. He wimpered, and the slim figure above him got excited by the sign of weakness. A thin smile played at her red lined lips as the man cried. "I've always enjoyed making big boys cry. Really its been a fun past time of mine since grade school." She squatted down next to him, causing him to lash out. "Tied hands rarely make decent weapons you know." 

The man flopped in the other direction and managed to scoot across the warehouse. Chuckling lightheartedly, the woman followed slowly behind him as he obliviously continued on. His futile journey came to a swift end as his kidnapper placed her foot on his back. The forces drove his face into the ground, breaking his nose. The woman bit her lip as a familiar urge started bubbling up.

She barely stopped herself from studing the glorious sight of blood pouring out all over the ground. Swiftly, the woman flicked her wrist and the pocket knife slid out. One long cut across his throat quickly did the trick. The man barely had time to clutch his throat before he choked to death on his own blood.

The woman sighed realizing the time to inflict mass pain was clearly over since the dead rarely cried in agony. There wasn't much point if you couldn't watch them cry. She cocked her head to the side as she watched the blood flow out of his neck. She followed its path as it slowly drained out of him, pooling under his corpse. 

When it appared most of the action was over with, she regathered her thoughts. 

She wiped her bloody watch off on his shirt. "Shit, 9:55! That took longer than I thought." She stealthily ran out towards her car and grabbed the high power vacuum. Surely there were better meathods of collection, but the vacuum was the only option she had.

The woman watched the hose suck up all the blood, and she watched it flying up through the clear tube. She was sweating, mostly from watching the blood, when she turned the vacuum off.

There was more blood left but that was either inside his body or under it. The amount in the appliance's tank was more than enough. 

The woman managed to carry the now much heavier vacuum to her car with ease. She left the body out back in the pre-dug hole, not caring much if it was discovered. She had what she needed, what happened to the rest of him was none of her concern.  

Quietly, she drove away from the building and back to her studio downtown. The entire drive home she was sweating and twitching with anticipation. Tonight's the night I create a masterpiece! She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. 

Each stop light drove her mad as the twenty minute drive seemed to take hours. 

The moment her car was safely parked out front, she grabbed the vacuum and dashed upstairs. Thankfully no one saw her as they probably would have asked why she was carrying a vacuum around at that time of night, and she slipped unnoticed into her studio appartment. 

Immediately, she dumped the cleaning appliance's contents into the large bucket in her living room. The near empty bucket now was full to the brim, small drops of blood sloshing over the side. By now she was panting as these insane urges begged to be satisfied. 

Using shaky hands, she stripped naked, tossing her clothes to the side. The woman had learned the hard way that blood stains didn't come out of most clothing. 

She dipped her hands into the warm liquid. She sighed as she felt her anxieties slip away. Finally. She coated her everything up to her shoulders in the gorgeous crimson liquid.

Slowly she stood, blood dripping down her arms, and turned to face the clean white canvas that covered the entire back wall of her apartment. 

Her hands smeared the blood across the surface, creating large swirl patterns across the majority of the canvas. She moved quickly, body continuously rubbing against the damp canvas, as she created the images that haunted her brain and screamed to get out. She turned back to the bucket, smiling as the euphoric high took over.

She painted herself with blood and used her own body to smear her paint. The demons began to take shape, as violent splatters only discernible to her. 

The louder the monsters screamed, the faster she painted. She screamed with them as the commands grew too strong. Eventually the bucket was empty and every part of her body and the canavs were red. She smiled weakly at the images. To her it depicted a series of howling monsters, just like the ones that resided in her thoughts.   

The woman fell back on the ground panting. "I did. I finally did it." And with that insanity took over as she crumpled to the ground and fell asleep.