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Bleeding was the point. Helplessness too, perhaps, and most certainly pain. It would be offset by flashes of other sensations perhaps, because these fangs secreted substances that triggered sensory stimulation. Some mimicry of pleasure might be felt, but would certainly not be encouraged.
If the small assailant felt anything of the sort, it expressed only in the tightening of the hands around Arialla's arms. Beyond that, there was only the hasty, greedy gulps as scarlet lifeblood was swallowed down. Mouthful after mouthful, sucked out when it wouldn't flow fast enough. It spilled out through the corners of plush lips, dribbling down the woman's collarbone. Hot against a nightly breeze that might have been stifling, or too cold.
Yet for all that seemingly wanton brutality, there was a calculation to the figured person's actions. At one point the hand that wasn't pulsing electricity reached up to press fingers against the woman's neck. Feeling for a pulse. Measuring, and calculating.
If the small assailant felt anything of the sort, it expressed only in the tightening of the hands around Arialla's arms. Beyond that, there was only the hasty, greedy gulps as scarlet lifeblood was swallowed down. Mouthful after mouthful, sucked out when it wouldn't flow fast enough. It spilled out through the corners of plush lips, dribbling down the woman's collarbone. Hot against a nightly breeze that might have been stifling, or too cold.
Yet for all that seemingly wanton brutality, there was a calculation to the figured person's actions. At one point the hand that wasn't pulsing electricity reached up to press fingers against the woman's neck. Feeling for a pulse. Measuring, and calculating.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
