[Depraved]

She wandered back to the rumpled bed, shading her reddened eyes from the harsh light of the bare, hanging bulb. She leaned over Sully, and shook his shoulder lightly. He cringed away, turning his purpling face from her. His left eye was swollen, and leaking bloody tears.

"Aw, honey; don't be that way now...I didn't mean to hurt you."
She sighed.
"The knife just slipped, okay?"
Smiling at him sweetly, she changed her tone of voice. With a disturbing brightness, she spoke again.
"Would a nice, fat line make you feel better?"
He nodded, but kept his face turned away. She stroked his cheek with her dainty hand, and murmured something low. He shuddered again, and wet himself. She sighed, and shook her head.
"That's not the way to earn a treat, Sully."