Bits&Pieces: Red as in crimson.

She drew closer and touched his arm,
patted his bicep with her minuscule hand and huge tramp nails,
reached up  to his shoulder and then ran her hand along his chest
and stomach trying to get way down.
Joe had taken a step back, avoiding her touch, but I still saw red.
Red as in crimson.
Crimson as in blood.
Blood as in I was going to make the bitch bleed.