I think phrase “sick, wet dread” deserves its own Pulitzer. And I’d be more than willing to give dacrylagnia whatever prize she wanted.
knife (by postbear)
He runs his hand along the blade, thoughtfully, considering the many delicious things he might do with it.
From her position on the floor she has to twist her head to see his pensive expression. She wishes she hadn’t. The look on his face fills her with sick wet dread.