you cannot bleed without an open wound, you cannot taste without your tongue, she always wondered what blood tastes like as she cuts her arms deeply, so it wasn't hard for her to find out.

it was a bit salty, but it was addicting to her, the taste of her own blood from her open deep wounds from her razor always made her smile, she's scared of hurting others, but if its herself then she will not have a 2nd thought.

Rose, once the most popular and cute star on stage with a microphone in her hand with a bright smile, now stays in her dirty, disgusting filth-covered apartment, eating pieces of her flesh and blood.

she cannot have enough... she cannot... it just tastes so good to her...

it fucking tastes so damn good raw...

would you like some of her offerings?