The blood fetish

Jax first noticed his… obsession with blood when he was seventeen.

He was walking home from college and came across a Poliwag. It was only a fresh kill as was clear as the other Pokemon still bit into it. Jax chased off this other being and saw to the Poliwag, but it was already dead. A fresh kill so it still bled from its wounds, profusely bleeding.

He knelt down next to the new corpse and so almost felt a sense of pity as it was still warm if slimy when he touched it. In his family they didn’t care for Pokemon so he never felt sympathy for the creatures and this was no different, so to him it was just a casual thing. Another dead Pokemon? Who cares?

But as the blood leaked from the bite wounds upon the Poliwag’s body, he couldn’t help but notice the way it oozed out and ran down to the ground, the crimson so beautiful, so… significant. Without the blood in its body, the Poliwag would be dead, as was such.

To him he realized that blood is so important, so amazing, so beautiful, so… alluring. It even smelled nice to him. Of course he didn’t dare drink it to see what it tasted like, later cutting his hand to try that.

He actually dipped his hands into the pool of blood at the bottom of the body and eyed it closely, fascinated, intrigued, and also felt very alive inside. It was as though seeing blood reminded him that he was alive and well, that he was doing fine, had blood pumping around his body to tell him he was living. He was a sign of life, a sign of existing. With his dissocation it meant a lot him.

To see something else bleeding… It was something he soon wanted to see. He wanted to see the life leaving something, something so important oozing out of the body. Without blood you would die. To leak too much blood lead to death. If one could control the blood flow of another being, that was a huge sense of control.

And so became his fascination with blood that later became a huge kink. To bleed someone is a sign of dominance, that you are in control, causing them to lose part of their life substance at your hand all because you desired it, and to him dominance is all the rage. If you let someone bleed too much they would die, so their life is in your hands, and that is something he truly gets off to.

In the end someone found him toying with the blood and he was sent to therapy where he confessed all his thoughts and was soon put on the medication that would make him the walking zombie he is today.