"Would you still be attracted to me if I did something bad?" Veronica asked.

"Like what?" asked Travis, clenching a bit.

"Stabbed you in the back with a butcher knife."

"Excuse me?"

"Is that a no?"

Travis turned his head to look at her. "I know you're kidding, but that's still pretty—"

She shoved the pillow against his face, then slammed the knife deep into his back.

* * *

Vivian plunged the knife into his flesh, over and over. Blood sprayed everywhere. She couldn't let him scream too loudly since it was only the basement that was soundproofed, so she stabbed him in the back of the neck a few times. After that, he was still struggling a bit, but only making a gurgling sound.

She rolled him onto his back and slashed his throat.

Let out an involuntary giggle.

Stabbed him a few more times.

She rubbed some of his blood on her breasts. Later it would be sticky and uncomfortable, but now it was warm and smooth, like chocolate syrup.

Travis wasn't moving anymore. That didn't mean she needed to quit stabbing him.

She stabbed him until her arm was sore. Then she gulped down the rest of his bottle of water and lay there for a while, catching her breath. She ran her fingers through his wet hair. He seemed like a nice guy and he was certainly a good lay, but, hey, tough shit.

She rolled him over, a task made more difficult because her hands kept slipping, and then she stabbed him some more.

This was going to take a while to clean up. She should've been more cautious. Screwed him and then lured him down into the basement.

But that wasn't her style.

Anyway, at this point the mess couldn't get much worse, so she continued to stab him until her arm just wouldn't move anymore. Her left arm wasn't tired, but stabbing with that hand was awkward and unsatisfying.

She left the butcher knife imbedded in his back and slid off the bed.

She walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror.

Vivian liked what she saw. She looked good drenched in gore.

She smiled at her reflection. Batted her bloody eyelids.

After a couple of minutes, she returned to the bedroom. She was dripping all over the carpet, but it wasn't as if she was going to wander around the entire house. As long as she remembered the path she took, she wouldn't miss any bloodstains on the floor.

God, she'd missed this.