If you are still reading this, I can only conclude that you are some masochistic Twi-girl with vaguely bisexual or lesbian tendencies. Or one of my friends in real life (those aren't mutually exclusive, you two). None of this is appropriate for children, or adults, or at all, really. Why are you reading it? Maybe you should read "Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality." It's a lark, and not gratuitous violence.

As a side note, swallowing blood in real life will almost certainly make you vomit, if done in any real quantity.

Someone was going to have a worse day than I was.

Mom had come home to find me passed out naked on my bed and blood on the floor of the bathroom. Apparently even morons could figure out what that probably meant, and I had been roused awake by that bitch to get dragged to the doctor's office.

Well, first she forced me into sweat pants and a hoodie, as if I couldn't dress myself. If she had just given me a moment to collect my thoughts, I wouldn't want to cut her into little pieces more than I usually did.

Then we had to spend an hour surrounded by the teaming mass of diseased idiots in the emergency room, just so some asshole could tell us stuff we already knew. I was a little woozy, but fine.

And then Mom decided to ignore what he said anyway!

"I know the doctor said it was ok if you sleep, but I think we should just keep an eye on you for a few hour, Alice. Just to be sure."

I was going to rip out her hair if she tried to sit there by my bed all night. "Mom, if I was going to slip into a coma, I would have already. Or the god damn doctor would have said something!"

She tutted. "Alice, don't talk like that. I'm just being cautious."

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but the exact opposite was about to get that bitch disemboweled. "Are you just going to sit there and keep me awake all night?"

"Well, I thought it would be a good chance for us to talk about-"

"Oh my god, put Cynthia in here to keep me awake. I am not talking about that." She seemed to size me up for a minute, while I glared back. Finally, she sighed and left the room.

"What!" Cynthia cried from her room. I had a harder time hearing the next part of the argument, but I could figure out what it was about. I hopped out of bed, swaying slightly as pain shot through my head. There had to be something around for this. I began digging through my dresser. One drawer simply held miscellaneous shit. Like flashlights, batteries, tape, and among other things, needle nose pliers.

I quickly climbed back into my bed, as I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I closed my eyes, wincing slightly as my head hit the pillow, but I still had the pliers in my hand as I pretended to sleep.

Cynthia grumbled as she came in.

"Alice." I didn't move.

"Alice," she hissed again. I heard her feet walking quickly, closer to my bed, and she shook me slightly.

I groaned, turning over, and moved my mouth like I was trying to say something in my sleep. I felt the bed shift slightly as she leaned on it, and opened my eyes to find her hair waving right above me, as she tried to listen.

Perfect.

My hands shot out, one grabbing her hair, and the other jabbing the pliers between her lips. Fortunately for her, she had not been pressing her teeth together, so I ended up with the pliers yanking out her tongue for me to look at.

"Mom wants me to stay awake, Cynthia." I squeezed harder, and she made some little screaming noise with her throat. Not loud enough to attract attention. Just loud enough for me. "What do you think I should do to stay up?"

She started shaking her head. I jerked her towards me by her tongue, bringing her around so that we were face to face. "Are you telling me 'no,' slut?"

She started to shake her head, but just squealed again instead when I pulled on her tongue. I looked her over quickly. "Take off your pants and lie on your back."

I crawled out from under the covers as she did, giving her space to lay. I would have had her strip all the way, but I didn't want to let go of her tongue yet. Getting upright again made my head throb, but I needed to grab some somethings. I leaned away, pulling her tongue farther as I rummaged through the drawer on my night stand. After a moment, I came up with a knife. Not my favorite one, but it would work for now.

I pushed the blade out with my thumb. "You know Cynthia, I don't think you should be so much more modest at home than you are in public."

I took the knife and pressed it between her legs. "Take your shirt off."

"A-" I drove it in harder.

"And don't talk, Cynth." She started to sit up, and I jabbed her in the stomach with the pliers. She got the message and stayed laying down as she took her shirt off. As she pulled it over her head, I noticed a lighter color against the black of her shirt.

"What's this?" Dropping the pliers, I grabbed it, turning the color towards me. There was a ring, splotches sort of, of skin colored pigment. I grinned, and my hand immediately went to her throat. I dragged my nails along her neck, and rather than leaving behind angry red marks, the area they left was blues and greens. I also was left with a bunch of foundation under my fingers. I squeezed her neck, and Cynthia winced more than she usually might have after years of my abuse.

"Is Jasper a little rough on you?" I stuck my fingers into her mouth. "Clean off the make up."

Playing like that with my toy, was he? I would show him. She would be in so much pain tomorrow that she wouldn't want him to lay a hand on her. I pinched my nails into her tongue, pulling it out again. Good enough place to start. She saw me bring the knife up, and started struggling.

"Alith. Alith. Alith!" Her eyes were wide, terrified, and her hands kept twitching towards me, not sure whether to fight or keep as still as possible. Her tongue thinned out, as she tried to pull it away.

"No more noise, or it'll be forked come tomorrow morning." She stopped moving then, and seemed to concentrate on just breathing. A tiny cry escaped her, as I dug the knife into the middle of her tongue. Her eyes were shut, and I put my head right by hers.

"Just imagine it's Jasper doing it," I whispered. Blood welled up around the tip of the blade, and I wiggled it around. She shook, twitching each time I changed the direction I was twisting it. "I bet you would love it if Jasper was doing this."

She shook again at his name. Bitch. I angrily stuffed the knife blade first into her mouth, and picked up the pliers again. I took her left nipple in them and started squeezing, watching it flatten. She squealed, but it cut off when I covered her mouth with my other hand, pushing the knife against the back of her throat. I twisted her nipple around, going in a full circle. She started crying then, with her eyes pressed closed. It just leaked out of the sides, drip drip drip. I let that nipple go, and she gasped, then gagged immediately after. It was a dark purple in some places, rather than the usual pinker shade it normally had. A few spots were simply blood red, and I thought about cutting them open to let it drip out. I spotted a drop of blood on one side, and licked it off. She shuddered at that too.

Cynthia gagged a little, apparently she likes swallowing so much she couldn't stop herself. With a knife there though, it just made her throat convulse. She started to move her hands up, but I quickly straddled her, planting my knees on her elbows. She tried to turn her head, but my hands were there, holding it straight up towards the ceiling. Her eyes were open now, searching frantically, for a way out, something to help, and all she had to look at was my smiling face as the blood from her tongue kept filling up her mouth.

She made a little gurgling noise, and her mouth moved like she was trying to beg me for help, but I just sat there pinning her down. She started kicking, flopping around, and I really had to lean on her head to keep it still. A tiny, watery shriek managed to escape her mouth. Her frantic legs started smack against the mattress, and the little whore managed to dislodge me from one of her arms for a moment. Her hand frantically flew to her face, pulling out the knife and throwing it onto the floor. She gagged and coughed a few more times, and a little mist of blood, tiny little pellets ended up on both our faces from me leaning in to watch her.

As she tried to swallow the last of the blood between gasps, I fastened my mouth to hers. For some reason I liked that sticky, rusty seeming flavor that her blood had. Did Jasper have quite as tasty of blood? She squealed into my mouth again, trying to push me off of her, as I sucked at the blood in her mouth. She tried to push me off, but after what she had just been through, she seemed too exhausted to put up much of a struggle. After a moment, she seemed to realize what I was doing, and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She whimpered as I dragged my teeth over the sore I had made, making sure it didn't close up yet.

I finally pulled back. "You know, you're delicious, Cynth."

She had stopped crying, and was just staring at the ceiling as I hovered over her. I poked her cheek, and she didn't react at all. A flick on the nipple that I had abused a moment ago also was met with no response. She was still breathing, still alive. She just seemed to not be responding to anything.

I slapped her face. I did it again, harder. Her body rocked slightly to the side, but she stayed rigidly in the same position. I lifted up her arm, and she resisted some, not much, and let it fall down in exactly the same place.

"Cynthia?" No answer, of course. I went and retrieve my knife. I placed the point of it right below her uninjured nipple. "If you don't respond, I'm going to cut your nipple off."

I didn't really plan to, I quite enjoyed having her be complete and intact every time we started playing. She'd be so boring if she was nothing but scar tissue. But when she didn't move or respond at all, I started pushing the knife in. "Are you even aware of anything, in your little brain dead state, Cynthia-slut?"

My knife was stretching the skin at the other side of her breast now, and I poked at it, making the skin tighter so that it would stab through. Cynthia still didn't stir. I sighed, pulling out the knife. Her blood came out just as quickly, and it seemed a shame to waste something quite so tasty, or to let it mess up my bed. I licked up one escaping bead, then fastened my mouth over both sides of the wound, sucking lightly. I felt around them with my tongue, the taste was just as good as before, better maybe.

Cynthia gave a slight twitch under me, and suddenly I felt her hands in my hair. She moaned, and I bit down. Her hands tensed, pulling me against her tighter, while mine went to her other side, and rolled her out of my bed.

She hit the floor with a thunk, and sat up with a confused, glassy look. "Get out of my room."

She was shaky as she stood, but managed to scamper out quickly enough.