Excerpt: Black on Maroon

She made a tiny cut in the corpse’ neck, just deep enough to let the theoretical blood drip out. She took out the knife, looked at it (there was no blood) and pulled it through the cut again. A little deeper, but when she took out the knife there was still no blood. She cut him again and again, until she could feel the cartilage with her knife. She smiled and cut through it. A strange soft sucking sound she couldn’t quite explain erupted from the dead throat. She smiled. The dried up blood stained the knife, but could easily be wiped off and did not drip. She assumed there would be more blood, and it would be more quite more messy when she got to the purple parts of the skin.

Why am I doing this?

The head was now completely severed from the chest, but she decided she wanted discs of throat.

Because.