Chapter 8 by Zeebop

What does Valeria do to the reporter?

Cut Her Clothes Off Piece By Piece

Lois Lane dared not move. Valeria did not move in slow, careful cuts, the blad pressing through the fabric, infinitely delicate so as not to cut the skin and muscle underneath. No, the swipes of her bladed gloves were swift, forceful, and terrifying. If the madwoman was off even a little...if Lois so much as flinched...

"Aaah!" gasped as a hair-thin red line opened along her left arm, the sleeve of her jacket falling off the wounded arm.

The reporter strove to control her sudden shock. It was the thinnest of lines, not even enough to break the skin. But Valeria wasn't finished. Indeed she had just begun.

Nor was her aim perfect.

Lois clenched her teeth together, repressing any gasps or cries that might throw off Valeria's name. She could hear the sadist breathe heavily now, panting like hound that caught the scent. Small red lines marked the reporter's body as piece by piece her clothes were torn to pieces. Tiny razor kisses, the deepest of them bringing a few bright drops of blood to her buttocks.

The worst part was the inability to scream. The need to hold herself tense, to not flinch. To subject herself willingly to this terrible ordeal, as this human vampire fed off her suffering.

Until Valeria could take it no more.

The glove hit the floor with a heavy clank, and Lois felt the woman's face bury itself in her buttocks, the eager tongue licking at the blood...only to find another surprise.