Mary...

Lying in bed, I can still hear the screaming. I can see her face as the knife came down upon her, again and again. At first they were little cuts, on her arms and legs. Then I got more ambitious driving the blade deep into her stomach and chest. Finally, I pierced her eyes, hearing the subtle POP! as her eyeballs exploded within the sockets. The blood was engorging, intoxicating. I can still taste it on my tongue. I can still feel it sliding down my throat when I lifted one of her mutilated wrists to my mouth and drank of her. It was warm, thick and luscious.

I didn't know who she was, just some stranger. She was cute and when she approached for a good time, I knew she was the one for tonight...

I can remember her hands. Her fingers were long, her nails short and red, like the blood that spilled beneath them.

I never knew her name. That disturbs me a little. I always take the time to at least find out their names.

"Mary," a voice whispered next to me. I look to my left and into the pierced eyes of Mary, Bloody Mary...