So back to me and what I've been doing other then laying in my blood stained tub with blood running down my chest. Well as I bleed I fondled myself with one paw while still holding the knife in my other paw. I'd occasionally run the blade's edge across my shaft or balls for an added sensation. I know its both weird and bizarre but it felt good for some reason.
I was so enthralled and wrapped up in the pleasure it was giving me that I failed to hear the door bell or Marcus and James yelling at each other on if they should break the door down and check on me. You can most likely guess who was for the idea and who was opposed to it. Though I think part of James wanted to break it down, but he also knew that if I was doing what Marcus feared I was doing, which by the way was exactly what I was doing, James did't want Marcus to find me like that again.
