River of Blood

Paine was panting as she stood in her small kitchen. Her whole body felt like it was on fire and her mind raced as she watched the blood pool and run in the cracks of the small kitchen. She had lost it. She’d lost it and now what was she going to do? That moment of intense pleasure she’d felt when her hand had punched into the body and she’d felt the heart in her hands, felt the heartbeat, beat, beat, and then, slow and then stop, as she squeezed it. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. The power, the pleasure she’d felt, was still coursing through her. But now, she had a problem. A big, bloody, problem. They couldn’t stay here now. And she didn’t have a backup plan for this backup plan. She looked around the room and ran her fingers through her hair. Too late she realized that her hands were covered in blood. And she tracked the sticky, thick liquid through her hair. She tugged at the strands in frustration and spun around the room. Her eyes met those of the woman still tied i