Sticky bodies.
Collided with sheets.
White sticky substance.
All over the screen.

They moan and bounce to and fro.
Violet stained hands covering their skin.
Her throat looks dry so he spits in it.
She screams, more white.

My grainy television screen jumps.
I whack it a few times until I get a clear picture.
Crimson sheets.
Moans with a blade.

Screaming as something makes her weary.
Being ****** with a knife.
He traces her thighs.
Letting himself inside.

My body is heating up.
I bite my lip and **** my head.
I reach to my hips.
Everything is hot and fuzzy.

She bites his neck.
Blood drooling out.
He hits her.
She moans.

White screen.
Insides leaking.
A crime scene, it should be.
But why is my hand all white and sticky?