Second Thoughts

The water turned a deep crimson, in stark contrast to the bright white of the tile floor, and bathtub.
Spots began to cloud her vision; it'll happen soon.
The cuts were deep enough, of this, she'd made sure.
Whispered voices called to her in her ear.
"Let go, we're waiting for you"
Sluggishly, she started.
Before her, stood three hideously grotesque humanoids, grinning toothily in anticipation.
She tried to scream, but weakness had her in its grasp; she shrank back, horrified.
Fear and blood loss held her captive beneath their greedy stares.
She closed her eyes, and her punishment ensued.