Sadistic Pleasure

There is an undeniable beauty in the color of blood
and I realize this as I lie on the bloody sheets.
Sadly it's not mine, but the empty body's next to me.
She was the most satisfying kill; much more active,
but she didn't know that, that was her weakness with me.
Her struggles only aroused me to the point of throbbing pain,
until the point of where I took her over and over again, and used her like a rag doll.
But with each time she only grew better; her struggles became stronger and I had to remind her of who was in charge.
So with a hot brander I stamped it across her face and a groan of pleasure escaped my throat as she screamed for quite a mute world.
Not taking any risk I drained her of blood with deep precision.
So let it be known you'll find me again one day, gorging myself of my victim's blood for I am the type of person you might not want to forget in case I am still there and I return.