She loved it, the sick wet liquid dripping down her arm. Knowing how she was stripping away at the layers of someone, one by one, taking everything from them so slowly before leaving them to die. The blade in her hand slowly carved away at the flesh of her Rose's hand, leaving nothing but bone. Cinder dipped her head down to lick the blood off of her body, savoring the taste as she continued her masterful strokes further down her arm. The blade was so hot it cut like butter, flesh searing off the body with ease.
Ruby wasn't awake anymore. In fact, there was a good chance she was no longer alive. Cinder was too far gone to care. She was in ecstasy; no drug could replicate this feeling, this lust she had for torturing others. Feeling the bones snap in her hands, bottling the organs of their lifeless bodies. Nothing else was like it. Perhaps, she loved it because of that. Because so few partook in this dirty pleasure of sucking the life out of the young and innocent in the way she did.
The next morning, there was nothing left.