definitions matter

I whipped the wooden paddle back, preparing to execute another rampage of beating. I cracked the blunt weapon against his smooth, round, red skin. Drops of blood-red splattered against my hand, leaving stains after I wiped them away. I licked my fingers, savoring the tart sweetness. He stayed silent. Giving him a hard look, I tapped him twice before drawing the club back once again to strike the garnets out of his pockets. I pummeled once again forcibly, showering blows left and right upon his helpless skin, watching in satisfaction as more jewels rained from their hideaways. I grasped him by his sides and turned him over to reveal the white skin on the other side. Satisfied that there were no more gems to be found, I tossed him in a black plastic bag and walked away with my bowl of ruby red pomegranate seeds.