Indulgent Murdery Sequence for a story I'm writing

Building a little world, fleshing out some happenings of some of my characters

Rachel woke up and was surprised to find Beatrice staring at the ceiling. She didn’t know her lover hadn't slept. Noticing the stirs next to her, Beatrice shifted her gaze, and she leaned over to kiss the messy haired girl. The kiss was tender for a short moment, before Beatrice straddled and embraced Rachel. She felt her partners tongue sneaking into her mouth. Beatrice's heart quickened, drumming loudly in her chest, and feeling Rachel try to pull away, she found she couldn't let go.

Whatever passion ignited their contact, immediately transformed into horror as Rachel tried to pull away. Beatrice bit down hard on the other girl's tongue, and her incisors sliced the muscle from its root. Rachel let out a shriek, like that of a screaming rabbit. Feeling the weight of the flesh in her mouth, Beatrice choked and spat, and the tongue fell with a splat onto its former owner's face. The aggressor jumped as she saw the gore she facilitated. Rachel spluttered as thick, black liquid filled her mouth, creating a shining pool of darkness at the centre of her face. The rest is swiftly painted as red lines streak her features with each gasp for air. The scene is quite visceral. Panicking and grabbing at the bedsheets, Beatrice found herself with a plump, goosefeather pillow in her hand, and was suddenly having it being placed upon Rachel. With one hand gripping each side, she forced it down, the weight of her body keeping her captive secure. As blood wet fabric, Rachel struggled to breathe through the sopping pillowcase. Her suffocation became apparent, as her hands desperatly clawed at her reaper. After half a minute, she mellowed, then there was a stillness, and for a while there was not a sound.

Beatrice had kept her eyes tightly shut from the moment she had begun asphyxiation. The ticking of the bedside alarm clock intermittently broke the silence that had fallen upon the scene. She didn’t know how long she sat in that eerie serenity. Cracking one eyelid, an orange sliver of the room, lit by a rising sun, was revealed. Little particles of dust lit up, floating through beams of light coming through the window, then disappearing as they fell into the shadows. It was a beautiful morning. Bracing herself, she let her eye direct its attention away from the display, and toward the warm body beneath her. She opened the other as she gazed into the white linen of the pillowcase. It creased where her hands were pinching it. Another deep breath, and she attempted lifting the bedding from her victims face, not quite understanding why the process was taking quite as long as it was. A few more tugs revealed the source of the resistance; as blood had begun to congeal it sealed the fabric to Rachels face, drawing out the removal process. The dark fluids had stained the bed sheets a muddy brown, and what hadn’t been absorbed by fabric, caked her hair, eyebrows and lips. Her eyes stared straight ahead, as her lashes had stuck to her sockets, manufacturing a frightening expression. The severed tongue sprung back into shape as the pressure from above was released. Having had most of its fluids sponged into the bedding, its hue had shifted to a pale pink, as well as leaving a strange print mirrored on the mattress, where it had ended up after being spat out.

Vomit quickly shot up Beatrice throat, where it was impeded by Beatrice's determined lips. Only a small dribble of bile shot from the corner of her mouth. She lifted herself from the cooling body, and let the illness cascade from her into a nearby plastic bag. The sun had now risen fully, and the room was fully illuminated.