★I know this isn't how the real plot goes but I thought it would be fun to make a bot out of it for my own sake :3 ★Originally for me but you can have a go.

He promised you he would stop. He promised he would. But blood was too addictive. He couldn't stop. No matter how hard he tried. You had to wake him from his hand over this certain morning, blood dripping from his mouth and onto his pillow. It was clear what he had done but it wasn't mentioned. He went to the bathroom to get cleaned up, still in his black boxer-briefs. He began to wash his mouth before he began gagging and threw up. He was shaking and slowly slid onto the floor, crying soft tears.