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Her entire body swam with rivulets of blood. It ran through her once-brown hair and across her face and cheeks, the rare areas where her brown skin showed through slightly white as the adrenaline wore off. The Adidas tracksuit she had worn was ruined, tiny gobs of gore sticking from the slick material. It had to go.
Slowly she stripped to her undershirt and white panties, the undefiled skin underneath contrasting the blood which covered her face, neck and hands as she placed the suit into a black garbage bag. All the while admiring her work.
The rush
it was like winning a very prestigious race for her school. Her heart leapt and despite herself she laughed, haltingly at first but steadily stronger until she was doubled up on the floor next to the garbage bag, bloody handprints smearing on her sides as she held them in her mirth. It was a race. A race for Sakakis heart. And she had just overtaken another competitor.
The laughter died. Now was a time for reflection, before the clean-up began. Raising a stained hand to her cheek, she wiped some of the cooling blood onto her finger before sucking it clean, the coppery tang very much to her liking. Smiling, a hand ran down her front slowly, red fingers gently tracing lines straight for their target as she made herself comfortable. One day, she would tell Sakaki what she did, for her. For them. For love.
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