Broken Souls

Chapter XXVII: Feeling Your Scars

・• Feeling Your Scars •・

I love cutting myself.
Because I hate this human being to a certain extent.
I hate it so much that I want to hurt it.
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The moonlight beamed softly at us as I bit all over her body.

"M..n... nnnn...!!! Aa.. a-aaa..."
She moaned as I bit her chest.

"Mm.... mm...."
Her arms were resting on both sides on the pillow as I held them tightly against the bedsheets.

"It's a shame that I can't see your eyes, but still... your expression looks inviting... what do you exactly want me to do?"
I smirked. Although she couldn't look at my expression, I bet she knew I enjoyed teasing her.

"I... Mn... Do you mind sucking my blood and... hurting me, Shu-san...?"
She asked shyly as she curved her lips, her voice turned out to be shivering.

"Hm〜 Now that you can't see anymore, are your senses being heightened more? Hm..."
I traced my hand lazily on her cheeks and down to her neck.

"Because you can't predict what I'm going to do, is that right?"
I chuckled as I felt her body shivered due to the shock that I suddenly whispered into her ear.

"..."
She was biting her lip hardly while I was enjoying making fun of her.

I smiled as I found my enjoyment.
Oh, my enjoyment.

I had failed to remember how "enjoyment" felt like since a long time ago.
But now, she made me remember.

The pure enjoyment of playing with a friend.
Picking up logs and build a fire, hunting animals in the forest by using a gun, growing those big and delicious red apples... the enjoyment of being with someone. The "fun" of having a person as company.

And it changed. Instead of playing with a friend, doing these kind of things... inflicting pain on a person was my enjoyment after my friend had died.
I became to enjoy breaking a person's mind, hurting them until I could see the desperation and pain in their eyes, being manipulative... looking down on people.

'Simply put, I feel excited when something triggers my sadism.'
I thought as my fangs grazed against her soft skin.

'And now I'm obtaining my "enjoyment" from my suicidal partner. A human I love.'
My fangs pierced the side of her neck, I could feel the sticky, warm blood flooding into my mouth, the tasty liquid passed my tongue, down to my throat. I sucked the wound I made to satisfy more of my hunger. It was delicious.

I could feel her heart beating more rapidly, her breaths became heavier as she moaned a little. I bet she felt good, didn't she?

I thought as I unconsciously let out a chuckle while drinking from her.
It was weird. Normally, I would suck a human's blood until my hunger was satisfied, not caring about how they feel. But instead of purely sucking blood, I wanted her to feel more of me too.

'Is it because I love her?'

To be honest, I still couldn't fully understand this... love, this adoration I gained for my suicidal partner. I still remembered when she asked me if I loved her or not back then.