Page 148 of The Cute Psycho

They may think they're safe, but Vlad finds them with ease behind a table, his hands grabbing onto their napes as he drags them toward the center of the room.

Already the floor is red with blood, more and more flowing from all the victims—the slaughtered and the shot ones. It's like an ocean of red as he dumps the two cowering men right in the middle of it.

They fall down, the blood splashing around, their expressions of horror as they try to get away from Vlad. They pick up whatever's close to them, flinging it at him, but to no avail.

Blade swinging high, he effortlessly cuts their heads, both falling to the floor and rolling on the ground. But he doesn't stop just at that. He keeps smashing, bringing the blade into their bodies and destroying what's left of them.

Flesh hanging, blood pouring, bone shattered.

There's only destruction in his path as he continues to wreck all the other bodies too, cutting them to pieces—the only thing that's mildly satisfying him.

The walls are splattered with organic matter, the entire warehouse almost fully painted red.

I'm still behind the altar, unsure of my next steps.

Vlad seems even more feral as he rips his shirt at the seams, tearing his clothes off until he's standing naked in the middle of the blood bath.

He's swinging the liquid reverently around, using his hands to paint himself from head to toe in blood.

Like a pagan god, he's standing there among his sacrifices, blood both his armor and his weakness.

I'm at a loss for words as I watch him in awe, the stark red against his inked skin, the look of pure rapture on his face.

How is he human?

A low sound escapes him as he falls to his knees, blood splashing around him and staining his skin further.

I need to help him.

How is it that even in this form I'm not afraid of him? I see him as the devil he is, and while his skills never cease to amaze me, I can't help but be turned on by him in all his bloody splendor.

Mustering the courage to leave my hiding spot, I tread carefully, moving toward him slowly. His head snaps back, his gaze unfocused as he looks at me, like an animal ready to pounce at any moment. His ears prickle with awareness with every step I make, the sound reverberating in the room.

He turns fully toward me, his eyes watching me closely but without a hint of recognition.

"Vlad," I whisper when I'm almost at his side, kneeling in front of him. He tilts his head to the side, watching me.

Slowly, my hands reach out to touch his face. He flinches at the contact but doesn't pull away, looking at me with a mix of curiosity and want. Leaning into him, I press my lips to his bloody ones, happy when he doesn't push me away.

But he's not kissing me back, either.

Knowing it takes a while for him to come back to himself, I gently coax him with my lips, applying the barest hint of pressure as I move closer to him.

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SISI

He's looking down at me, his eyes almost blank as he tries to make sense of what's happening. My tongue sneaks out, and I lick his lips, seeking entrance into his mouth. His lips part slightly, allowing me in. I'm careful as I wind my arms around his neck, bringing him flush against my chest as I deepen the kiss.

He still holds himself stiff, his open eyes following my every movement.

Breathing hard, I lean back, blood seeping from the ground and into the material of my dress. I take a moment to observe him, looking for any clues he might be closer to reacting. As my gaze trails down his body, I realize he's fully erect.

Without giving it much thought, I quickly undo the zipper of my dress, flinging it off my body until I'm as naked as he is, standing in front of him like an offering.

Oh, but I am one.

Taking his hand, I bring it to my mouth, sucking his finger in. His gaze is sharp as it follows my every movement. Tantalizingly slow, I bring his hand down my neck and onto my breasts, urging him to touch me.

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