(please enjoy the music it's what I listened to while wrote)

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( To number twenty five the prisoner)

Can you tell me what you know about death. What it feels like while you trapped in my endless grip. My breath worse than trash. Just to make you suffer. Don't worry I'm fine. It smells like what matters most to me. How are your eyes. The steamy mist feuled by my collection of pepper spray. C-can I get your blood?!! How does it taste. Can I drink it. Nevermind why am I asking. I guess as the people say. I'm. To. Kind. I hope you can feel that cut in your skin. Don't worry you could live your average life span with it.

Your blood is for me. I get to drink it. I know it's not normal but my mind and body want it.  H-hah~ it's so good. Please don't ever die on me. No matter how much I try to kill you. Just make sure to remember to scream in pain. It's kinda a way of letting me know I'm killing you but your alive.

Why the laugh you ask. Well it's been there since I first killed something living. I barely made it out the back door. About your blood. I'm gonna collect it. It tastes so good. Maybe I can mix it with someone else's. Oh how I've always wanted that~  I just need the right blood. It has to be the one.

Like yours. So tasty~ It makes you want to drink forever. Smooth running over my tongue. Warm thick and thin. Can you stay like that for me. I keep you warm you know. Y-your blood it's so tastey. I want to keep savoring it as long as I live. Your driving me crazy.

 Am I human u ask? Of course. Always have been.  Oh those ropes. Their so I can just tie you up and sit on you. I want to relax and drink your blood. Like a baby receiving milk from his mother. I want to feel that when I drink from you.  Would you stay forever if I call you mine. If I visit you night and day just for your company. Ow what's that for.  A-Ah~ stop. A-a deal you say. B-blood for blood. Okay whatever you want for such a lovely thing.  Ngh~ hah.. So good.  That's what I do as I run my fingers through twenty fives hair.

(To you: literally you yes you the reader)

I drink his blood. 

I'm the crazy one.

He's just my project prisoner.

Can I understand what this is now. 

Or do you want me to explain more. Well sorry I can't it's not in me now.