They all had heart-plugs and were very frightened. He went from person to person, first caressing them, then kissing them. I watched nervously as he reached the last person, a boy of maybe 16 years old who was crying. He caressed but didn't kiss him, instead he pulled the plug out with his teeth.
blood gushing from the boy's chest, somehow the plug was poking through the poor thing's blue shirt. "For you I'd bleed myself dry" was being sung from behind the velvet curtains as the boy implored me to stem the flow. But I didn't want to break from the crowd of people as the kisser and killer glared at me for being so afraid.
As he sank to the floor, he handed me a list of plants and pictures of cushions...