The Pleasure is Mine

You’re probably wondering who I am, aren’t you? Or more to the point what I am, that’s the thing that seems to fixate people: acquaintances, supper. You see for I am not human nor a monster. Think of me as… an investor in life, I take one life in order to preserve my own. Think of me as a twenty first century female Dorian Grey, except that my immortality isn’t due to my age being flung upon a canvas, I have never really been alive at all. I spent a majority of my life - well so called life - parked at a florescent screen, watching the world rather than experiencing it. My only companions where other wasters, plastered to a screen, drawn like moths. . Don’t struggle. Ah ah don’t scream. Look at you! You’re trembling. Do I scare you now? Do I make your stomach churn? Your hair stand to attention? I can see it in your eyes as your pupils dilate; your heart rate is increasing. Now your palms are becoming moist and your muscles are contracting. I can feel every drop of your scarlet nectar circulating through your body via the carotid artery. Umm how the pulsation prickles my fingertips with every beat. I don’t do this merely to taunt you but it allows for a better rush of blood to flow to the incisions. This won’t be painful. The adrenaline within your system will subdue your pain.  See - that wasn’t that bad, was it? Don’t worry; it will all be over soon. You know, from this angle you almost seem seductive. Well, it was lovely to make your acquaintance. The pleasure was all mine.