Okay u fucking cunt. “Ah- shit..” Dylan groaned out in pain and arousal as blood pooled from the deep wounds in his thigh in a perfect stream. Crimson honey flowed down his thigh, and he could only twitch and moan quietly, letting go of his knife and letting it fall down to the dirtied sheets of his bed. He grabbed his bottle of vodka and took one last swig before putting the now emptied bottle to the side, letting the alcohol swirl in his stomach and flow around in his bloodstream, numbing his mind and making everything just so simple.

He rubbed at his damp pussy through the fabric of his boxers, a soft groan leaving his mouth as he let his head fall back. He clumsily grabbed his bottle of lube from his nightstand cabinet and squirted some of it onto his fingers before he dipped his hand into his boxers and slipped one slick finger into himself, gasping and spreading his legs, his one thigh throbbing with the movement, dribbling more blood down to the towels he set up earlier to catch all the blood he’d inevitably spill during this session. He languidly fingered himself, moaning quietly under his breath as he worked himself open. He put another one of his long, wiry fingers beside the one that was already working him open, letting it slide in beside it. He groaned again, the sound slightly louder and more breathless than the other ones.