Sarah studied her reflection in the mirror, slightly startled by the uncanny
apparition she'd turned herself into.  Contact lenses with solid red irises,
eyeliner the colour of fresh blood, lipstick a vivid iridescent blue, and
powder and foundation to paint her face just a shade short of white.

She stepped out of the bathroom into the corridor.  Jamie was stood there,
a cutthroat razor in one hand.  Sarah smiled as his hungry eyes took in
her naked form and her shockingly artificial face.  "You like what you see,
don't you?" she asked, looking down at the bulge in his trousers.

Jamie nodded. "I'm... I'm not sure I want to kill you, though, Sarah.  I
don't think I know how to hide a body properly. Can't I just cut you up a
little but not kill you?"

Sarah leaned forward and kissed him. "I promise that it's all taken care of,
Jamie.  You don't have to do anything except use me and abuse me and let me
bleed to death before your eyes."

Jamie took a deep breath.  "Get into the bedroom, then," he said, trying to
fill his voice with the dominance he didn't quite feel.  Sarah backed into
the bedroom, eyes locked on the blade of the razor in Jamie's hand.  He
followed her into the bedroom and pushed the door shut.

"On your knees," he said, unzipping his fly and freeing his hard cock.
Sarah knelt down in front of him. "Now suck my cock."

She licked her tongue around the head of his cock, then took it into her
mouth, head bobbing back and forth down his shaft.  He groaned with pleasure
and trailed the razor blade lightly across her right bicep, leaving a shallow,
oozing cut.  "That's it, Sarah.  Suck my cock.  Swallow my come.  It's the
last meal you'll ever have," he growled, the aggression coming more naturally
as her mouth drove him towards his climax.

Sarah's head moved faster, taking him deeper into her mouth.  He threw the
razor onto the floor and twisted his fingers in her hair, making her give a
muffled whimper of pain.  He groaned and thrust his cock forward as it
started to pulse.  Hot salty come spurted into Sarah's mouth, almost making
her gag as she swallowed it down.  Jamie pushed her off his cock and picked
the razor back up.  "Did you like your last meal, Sarah?"

She looked up at him with fearful eyes, but said nothing.  Suddenly angry,
he slapped her across the face.  "Answer me, damn you!"

Sarah nodded. "Yes," she whispered.  "I always liked doing that."

Jamie motioned for her to stand up.  "Now for a little cutting," he said.
"There's too much blood in your body.  It's time to let some out."

Sarah stood up, eyes once more fixed on the razor.  Jamie brought the blade
up to her chest and trailed it across her collarbone with a feather-light
touch, not even breaking the skin.  She shivered involuntarily, and the edge
caught her flesh, sending a trickle of blood over her right breast.  Jamie
looked at the trickle of blood and grinned ferally, his cock starting to
harden again.

Jamie pushed Sarah backwards and she fell onto the bed, legs parted.  He
knelt astride her and leaned down, pressing his lips to her right nipple
and sucking gently at it, savouring the salty, almost metallic taste of
the blood that had trickled over it.  Sarah whimpered with arousal at the
sensation of his lips and tongue working on her nipple.  "Oh, yes, Jamie..."

Jamie pulled away from her breast, then slowly dragged the razor down her
cleavage, his cock rising to full attention as the blood welled up between
her breasts. He dipped his fingers into the blood and crudely daubed his
name across her belly.  "There," he said. "You're mine now, you've got my
name written on you."

Sarah whimpered as his bloody fingers reached down between her legs and
started stroking her clit.  Jamie pressed the flat of the bloody razor to
her lips.  "Lick it, Sarah. Taste your blood," he said.  She parted her
lips and licked the flat of the blade, savouring the taste.  He grinned
viciously and rolled his hand, pressing the edge of the razor into her
lips and tongue and spilling yet more of her blood.

"I want to fuck you like a bitch, Sarah," said Jamie, climbing off her.
"Get down on your hands and knees and stick your arse in the air."  She
rolled over, staining the sheets red as her lacerated chest pressed against
them, and pulled her knees towards her chest, pushing her arse up away from
the bed.

Jamie spanked her hard, then ran the razor across the cheeks of her arse.
She screamed as the blade laid open her flesh, letting blood run down the
backs of her thighs.  He knelt behind her, rubbing her clit.  "Your cunt
is fucking soaked.  You really do want me to rape and murder you, don't
you?"

"Yes", she moaned, as he rubbed her clit faster.  "Rape me and cut me up
and watch me bleed to death."

Jamie pulled his hand away and rubbed the head of his cock against Sarah's
clit.  She moaned with pleasure, pushing her arse back towards him, and he
plunged his cock into her hot, wet cunt.  Sarah whimpered with mingled pain
and pleasure as he fucked her hard and deep, his jeans rubbing roughly
against her bloody arse.

"Cut me some more..." she said, fingers curling and gripping the sheets.

Jamie ran the razor diagonally across her back, leaving long, shallow cuts
from shoulder to hip.  Sarah shrieked ecstatically as the pain of the cuts
mingled with the waves of pleasure from her cunt and tipped her over the
edge.  Her cunt squeezed rhythmically around Jamie's cock and he threw the
razor aside to grab her hips.

Jamie snarled ferally as he fucked Sarah harder still, his cock pounding
against her cervix with every thrust.  The waves of pain and pleasure from
her cunt were keeping Sarah aroused, and she realised she was going to come
again.  Jamie's cock started to pulse, and they both came barely a heartbeat
apart, Sarah's cunt squeezing hungrily around Jamie's cock as his come filled
her.

Jamie pulled his cock out of Sarah's cunt and picked the razor back up.  Sarah
whimpered as the blade brushed lightly over her labia.  "Are you going to cut
my pussy?" she asked, her voice unsteady from afterglow and blood loss.

Jamie licked his lips. "Oh yes, my love," he said, and tilted his hand,
sliding the razor's edge along the length of her labia.  Sarah screamed as
the blade parted her tender flesh, sending more blood oozing down her thigh.
He smiled and licked the blood from her thigh, savouring its taste.  "You
taste divine."

Jamie rolled Sarah onto her back and kissed and licked her blood-smeared
nipples.  Sarah gasped at the touch. "That's too much..." she whispered.
Jamie smiled and pulled away from her breasts, then rested the razor gently
against her throat.

"You've had your last meal and your last fuck," he said, taking her wrist
in his free hand and leaning down to kiss her bloody mouth.  "And that was
your last kiss.  Goodbye, my love."

Jamie slashed the razor across Sarah's throat, staring hungrily at the
crimson flow from her neck.  Her head lolled to the side as she swiftly
passed out, and he smiled, feeling the pulse in her wrist stutter and come
to a stop.  "And thank you."

				*	*	*

Jamie woke up and looked around the bedroom, realising that what had happened
was definitely not a dream.  Sarah was laid beside him, lacerated, bloody and
cold, and the sheets were soaked in her dried blood.  "Shit.  What did she
sort out?" He got up, stumbled to the bathroom, and climbed into the shower.
He turned it on full, letting the hot pounding water wash over him and the
din of the spray drown out his thoughts.  

Suddenly, he felt a cold hand press against his back.  He turned around to
see Sarah standing in the shower with him, her naked body drained of colour
but otherwise unmarked.  He backed up against the shower wall and stared at
her in utter incomprehension.

"You've heard of saints being bodily assumed into heaven, haven't you, Jamie?
Well, some sinners get the same."

Jamie shook his head.  "I killed you.  I saw you bleed to death.  I felt
your heart stop.  I woke up to see you lying cold and dead in my bed."

"Yes.  And so I was martyred for my sins of lust and depravity, and raised
up to the ranks of the exalted in Hell." She produced the razor from behind
her back.  "You, however, will be coming to Hell as my plaything."