The blood on his hands shone like rubies in the moonlight, catching stray white beams causing the liquid to glitter and glint in his menacing eyes. He watched as it dripped slowly down his hands, thick and slow, each drip running over the curves in his skin, filling the lines and leaving a light almost pink trail behind on his pale skin. He observed with a pleasing smile, brought the hand to his lips and let his tongue trail up the path, collecting the drop first and cleaning off the pink trail.
– from CSI: New Jersey by slashxyouxup
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