The thick, red, and beautiful liquid called blood. Most fear it, some just don't care, but there are those few who embrace it. The texture of this glorious liquid gives them so much amusement. Every drop is cherished. There is nothing like it, the sight of blood is a one of a kind.

Cutting into the skin and watching it slowly tear into the flesh below as the blood seems to peacefully drip down the edge of the cut. Then going deeper into the flesh and meeting vein with the blade. Stop. Staring into the uncut vein, the thoughts of pleasure and horror mixed is wonderful. Don't you think? Looking up into the victims eyes filled with tears, face bright red, and their mouth trembling. Taking the sharp edge of the blade to their cheek and slowly and gracefully graze downward, with the words, “Don't worry, it'll all be over soon.”