I want to knock someone out, cold and unconscious. Just with a hard, blunt object to the back of their skull, cracking the back just enough that some blood drips out in a steady stream spiking my senses. Then as their body limply falls to the ground making a loud thud. I look around to check that no one was watching then drag their unsuspected body to my chosen place of torture. Just a small shack I found off in the woods, with no one around for kilometres, I can do as please. Laughing them down on a metal table, I strap down their arms and legs tightly enough that the blood gets cut off. Above the victim, on the ceilings is a large mirror I had hung a few hours before. This mirror is placed here so the victim can watch their torture being played through and watch as I bring pain upon their body. They can watch as the flesh is slowly peeled from their worthless body and the blood flows from every cut that I inflict upon them.
As I wait for them to wake up, I set up my tools, freshly sharpened and cleaned. As soon as the wake I start by slowly dragging a scalpel down their face, watching the skin slowly split and the blood following not far behind after the skin is pulled apart. The screams sound like a symphony to my ears, the blood slowly oozing out onto my hand. The pain and pure agony behind each and every scream that escapes their pathetic mouth just to make me cut faster. I watch the blood slowly leak from the wound and fall down their face just like raindrops roll down a window when it rains. I want to watch the blood fall from their face onto the floor, making a quiet noise as the drops of blood settle on the ground underneath my unlucky victim.
I put the scalpel back on my tray of tools to help me inflict as much pain and torture on the worthless body before me, beautiful when covered in blood, but still worthless. I lean in close enough just to smell the blood seeping through the cuts on their body. As I smell the blood I can feel my grip on sanity slipping. I lean in close to her neck watching the panicked heartbeat throb through their veins and feeling my fangs appear in my mouth. I lick the stray line of blood on her neck and lose it. I sink my razor sharp fangs into her neck tasting the coppery liquid pump right into me with every panicked...
