Note: Ooo.. Evil character. I like~ *beams* I call this "Touch me and you die.".

On the damp, cold ground lay a mutilated corpse, literally torn limb from limb in a pool of thick blood. Crawling with an unusually large number of vermin, the flies and maggots devoured their feast of rotting flesh, emitting a sweet, decaying scent. The face of the motionless torso was undoubtedly beautiful, had it not been streaked with tearstains and smudged with dried blood. Her open eyes were a deep, clear blue and remained emotionless in their sockets given her state. Her thin, once-pink lips were slightly apart, and her face displayed mild shock and fear. Her cheeks, devoid of its formerly healthy glow rested upon her sullied face like sheets of white paper.

As I turned my gaze to the slim, bloody dagger on the ground, I picked it up and raised it slowly to my lips, touching my tongue to the blade, licking the delectable droplets off it. Pleasure surged through me, gently – The balmy liquid trickled pleasantly down my throat to my chest, spreading its warmth throughout my entire body, right from the point it landed.

I did warn her.

“Touch me and you die.” I whispered with a soft chuckle.