Julia raised an eyebrow and ran her moist tongue along her dark red lips. She had leaped atop the woman and straddled her with the intention of plunging the scalpel into her body...repeatedly...watching the blood spray across the barren room...into her face...into her mouth..Julia wondered what this woman's blood tasted like.<br/><br/>She gasped when Jessica seized her wrist. How in the hell had she worked that hand free? How many of the other restraints remained intact? Even more shocking, however, was what Jessica did with her wrist once she grabbed it. Most people-- most sane people, that is-- would have pushed her wrist and the weapon it held away from then with as much strength as they could muster; on the other hand, Jessica was definitely not sane, and the fact that she had actually pulled the scalpel<em>closer</em>to her only served to cement the authenticity of her insanity. She had also tried to talk to herself, or so it seemed. Talking was impossible with grungy gauze gagging her and thunder drowning out the few incoherent gurgling sounds that she could make.<br/><br/>Julia shook her head and muttered, "this bitch is fucking crazy", then burst into crazed laughter at the thought. "Of course she's crazy; this is an asylum." The ironic fact that she too was speaking to herself seemed to escape her.<br/><br/>Suddenly, red emergency lights flared into life across the Asylum. The light's intensity varied from wing to wing. In some places, it was bright; in others, it was dismally dim. This new illumination resembled strong candelight to Julia's eyes. Their examination room was now thrown into a pandemonium of cursed color, almost as if the insanity inside of the women was emanating out from them, manifesting itself as a red glow laden with bloodlust. The room was given dark life in black, red, and silver.<br/><br/>"Is this what you<em>want</em>, Jessica? You really want me to...?" Incredulity and excited enjoyment clashed in her voice. The excitement won in the end; after all, the look in Jessica's eyes screamed a challenge, so Julia's Latina blood wouldn't allow her to leave it unanswered. Backing down was not an option where she came from.<br/><br/>That blood burned hot within her veins as she said "Well, if you insist" and moved her arm so that the scalpel rested on the round right cheek of Jessica's ass. She grinned as she gradually applied pressure. The skin of her patients buttock dimpled as the blade pressed into it. She swiftly adjusted the angle at which she was holding the scalpel, sighing in contentment as the skin finally broke and blood silently emerged from it's warm, wet home. The thick fluid pooled around the blade before running down the curve of her butt, slithering down the canyon that parted her cheeks, and cascading between her thighs, soaking the pink flesh found there. With what seemed like a spasm of her arm, Julia forcefully drove the blade deeper into the tender flesh and dragged it back towards her, thus opening a long crimson line that quickly began to spill Jessica's lifeblood.<br/><br/>At the sight of all of that blood, the dark flame of her earlier curiosity rekindled. She scooted back and leaned down, slowly running her tongue along the edges of the seeping wound, savoring the feel of the woman's sliced flesh and the sharp coppery taste of the blood that poured forth from it. "Sangre dulce", she murmured softly. She nibbled at her ass almost affectionately and lapped up a bit more blood before biting into it more firmly. Meanwhile, she spun the surgical instrument in her hand; harsh red light flashed across it's metallic surface. Julia pushed her tongue farther into the wound with a slurping sound as she drove the scalpel's dull end between the lips of Jessica's labia. They were glistening like a thick crimson waterfall from the fluid that poured over them from her wound. Julia smiled as it slid in with ease; apparently, blood made a fine lubricant.