A growing pool of blood surrounded you. Your body trembled as you struggled to stay stable, why am I enjoying this? I love it, I love you. I think I can see your organs.

My insides are red and yours too, and the red on my face is matching you. And, my God, you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling. You are depressed and you are begging. My head is spinning.

The red means I love you.

Taste your blood means I love you.