He spit a mixture of shattered teeth, saliva, and blood onto the tiles. He chuckled at the white specks in the shining crimson streak.
“… the darkness stares back.” he said, chuckling some more.
“What’s that?” she asked, “It’s hard to understand you with your mouth smashed in.”
“You’ve stared into the darkness,” he said, sitting back up. “and now the darkness stares back. You’re me. A sadistic beast that has discovered what power is.”
“Ahhh,” she said, contemplating his words. “Maybe you’re right. I may have crossed the line. I might have enjoyed this a little.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it? The power. Knowing you’re in control. Knowing that it’s you who is the dominant one.” his pulped lips slurred. She grinned, still showing bits of chocolate on her teeth, and pulled several gallon jugs of water from the fridge. She opened the jugs, dumping the cool water over his body and head. His confused expression changed to horror as she produced a bag of lye from the cabinet.

“Let’s see how I feel after this.”