He wanted her to write his name there? It made no sense to her, but she felt like she didn't have any room to question him. She was the one who'd gotten Vera killed so why would she not follow his instructions? The knife was set aside and her hands were shaking as she knelt down on the floor and pushed her hair back. Blood from her hands stained her blonde hair, but she didn't even notice.
With shaky hands she began to write his name with her own blood. Tears clouded her eyes so that she could barely see to write. The cuts had opened more when she'd moved off the bed so there was plenty of blood to soak her hands in to do the job.
When she was finished, she wanted to curl up in a call underneath the bed and stay there forever. She'd been hiding out here since yesterday, but now she wanted to some how find a way to hide from herself. To escape all of the horrible things that she'd done because she'd been so selfish with her own ideas of vengeance.
"Am I finished?" She asked him softly, praying that he would say yes.