@ripperwild // stabby stabby.
her eyes look glassy to the corpse, opened wide ——— not with fear, or surprise, because they’d practically been conditioned out of her ——— but with CURIOSITY. of course, she’d seen her master’s ‘ shop ’ before ; she had sharpened the knives, polished the screws & needles & hooks, even been a victim to testify to their worth for him. she hadn’t yet, however, seen more BODIES occupy the space, the GORE so unlike what she could’ve seen in the slums ( there, they died from starvation or disease, perhaps from a fight that BLOODIED them in death ), right before her feet. here was the display of his craft, & shimizu was taking it in for the first time : the unusual positions they had dropped into, in unusual states of TOGETHERNESS … an arm missing, teeth pulled, even the harsh red lines of the flesh where he had carved them out.
shimizu cocks her head to the side, as if to look from another angle, & her curiosity quickly gets the better of her. she moves to pick up … a pinky finger ? at her feet, before something MOVES & catches her eye. it cannot be jack, he’s still behind her, out of sight. she rises to her feet again, & sees it again … a moving body. is it not DEAD yet … ?
‘ master … they TWITCH … ’
the hint of a smile plays at the sharp corners of lips painted red, a thin layer of blood & saliva coating them from a recent feed yet to be cleaned off. he had been watching, discreetly & peripherally so as not to be caught observing— shimizu showed more guts than initially thought, a morbid sense of curiosity that could only come from either prolonged exposure to the the darkness, or be something born into. in this case the former held out over the latter & oftentimes it was wondered what horrors this young beauty had to endure these past years.
but if she looked close enough, those ‘ corpses ‘ still held more life than they seemed. a chemical trickling through their lessening bloodstream would slow the flow, they would bleed out less & less, yet their pain would still burn hot in their veins with each cut. their eyes would be glassy, pleading in silent anguish, perhaps even tear filled should they have any left to shed; but their bodies? lifeless, gashed & gushing wet heat.
as if their current situation was nothing more than tea in the evening, he scraped the drying residue from under lengthy black painted nails with the blunt edge of a knife unused. ❝ i’m not finished with them yet— ❞ & perhaps wouldn’t be for a long time. today had been particularly vexing, hence the increased volume in victim count. a brief flicker of sight from beneath thick lashes showed shimizu still gazing at one body now twitching more vigorously than before. the vampire. a favourite for a night such as this... they lasted longer.
❝ that one could do with some more of this. ❞ fingers found purchase around the barrel of a syringe, clear fluid sloshing within & the tip of the needle moist, dripping, ❝ find the vein though, it’ll be a waste otherwise. ❞
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