I destroyed you
I bound and gagged you, I stripped you with razors. You screamed for help and mercy through the gag. I only stood here and laughed. I grabbed your left arm and began to cut, a beautiful rectangle into your flesh. One side close to your elbow.. I cut along the sides of the rectangle more, deeper... I laughed as you scream, your tears flowing like a broken faucet. I looked to my claws and grinned, I dug under your flesh with them and began to rip. That rectangle of flesh was being pulled back.
I gazed at your gushing wound, I slapped you with your own flesh. I grabbed a black jar and smiled, I opened it up and turned it over above your exposed muscle. A good third of the jars containts spew onto your bleeding muscle. A second later a small hill of maggots are squirming on your crimson rectangle. I laugh hysterically as I grab my needle and thread. I begin to sew your flesh strip back on. I look up and see you have passed out. Good.
You wake up and see your arm... the strip a lil swollen. No.. it's not swollen, the maggots are just mashed under your skin. Look a lil harder.. you can see them moving under. Some of them have even trailed off and you can see their paths. Having trouble breathing? A lil choked up? It's only blood, your nose is laying on the floor. I walk out and I'm gone for about half an hour. I come back with something behind my back. I swing it around and gore your crotch with the spiked mace. This mace was made especially for you my dear. This is your average wooden bat, with railroad spikes nailed through. Some nails are laced with rattlesnake venom, just a lil though. Other nails were put in after sitting days in bull cum. The last couple nails are covered in peanut butter, FUN! I scream with laughter as it is thrust into your crotch. I have a sinister lil grin on my face, and rip downwards and away on the handle. Some of your flesh still wrapped around the spikes.
I straddle you bounce a little. Each time I land, blood spurts from your vacant crotch. I slide my hand down my pants and start to jerk off. The sight of all the blood helps speed up the process. You watch my eyes roll back as I cum, I pull my hand up, covered in my own sex. I do a whipping motion, my cum splats across your face. I close my eyes and smile. I get up, and walk out again.
I come back again with a box. "I have something for you." I open the box and pull out a small grenade. I put on my rings and force my hand into your gut. I pull out a handful of guts and laugh. I stand on the bed and attatch some fishing line to the stopped ceiling fan. I look to you and smile. I get back down, and cradle the grenade in the hole in your torso. Safety lever side up, but tightly enough in your flesh so the grenade itself doesn't move. I press down on the lever doesn't fly up, I know I don't want to be in here when it does. I pull the pin, and insert the other end of the fishing line, thick and strong enough so it seems as if the pin hasn't been pulled. I have about a fifth of a mile of fishing line through the pin hole. I smile and laugh. "Yanno, I'm kind of hungry, how bout you? Tell ya what, I'll go to Wendy's and grab some food. And I'll be back as soon as I can." I walk out the door. I pop my head back in, your eyes WIDE with fear. "Oh, I thought you were hot, so I thought I'd leave the fan goin." I hit the switch on the wall. The blades turn on the fan and the wire begins to be pulled through the pinhole. You stare in fear at the grenade as the wire flies through. I smile as I walk out the house. I'm driving down the road as I look back and see an explosion.
Thank you.
My inspiration has been the torture scene from Reservoir Dogs. But this whole idea and entry is entirely mine. All from my mind.
Pole Killer
I gazed at your gushing wound, I slapped you with your own flesh. I grabbed a black jar and smiled, I opened it up and turned it over above your exposed muscle. A good third of the jars containts spew onto your bleeding muscle. A second later a small hill of maggots are squirming on your crimson rectangle. I laugh hysterically as I grab my needle and thread. I begin to sew your flesh strip back on. I look up and see you have passed out. Good.
You wake up and see your arm... the strip a lil swollen. No.. it's not swollen, the maggots are just mashed under your skin. Look a lil harder.. you can see them moving under. Some of them have even trailed off and you can see their paths. Having trouble breathing? A lil choked up? It's only blood, your nose is laying on the floor. I walk out and I'm gone for about half an hour. I come back with something behind my back. I swing it around and gore your crotch with the spiked mace. This mace was made especially for you my dear. This is your average wooden bat, with railroad spikes nailed through. Some nails are laced with rattlesnake venom, just a lil though. Other nails were put in after sitting days in bull cum. The last couple nails are covered in peanut butter, FUN! I scream with laughter as it is thrust into your crotch. I have a sinister lil grin on my face, and rip downwards and away on the handle. Some of your flesh still wrapped around the spikes.
I straddle you bounce a little. Each time I land, blood spurts from your vacant crotch. I slide my hand down my pants and start to jerk off. The sight of all the blood helps speed up the process. You watch my eyes roll back as I cum, I pull my hand up, covered in my own sex. I do a whipping motion, my cum splats across your face. I close my eyes and smile. I get up, and walk out again.
I come back again with a box. "I have something for you." I open the box and pull out a small grenade. I put on my rings and force my hand into your gut. I pull out a handful of guts and laugh. I stand on the bed and attatch some fishing line to the stopped ceiling fan. I look to you and smile. I get back down, and cradle the grenade in the hole in your torso. Safety lever side up, but tightly enough in your flesh so the grenade itself doesn't move. I press down on the lever doesn't fly up, I know I don't want to be in here when it does. I pull the pin, and insert the other end of the fishing line, thick and strong enough so it seems as if the pin hasn't been pulled. I have about a fifth of a mile of fishing line through the pin hole. I smile and laugh. "Yanno, I'm kind of hungry, how bout you? Tell ya what, I'll go to Wendy's and grab some food. And I'll be back as soon as I can." I walk out the door. I pop my head back in, your eyes WIDE with fear. "Oh, I thought you were hot, so I thought I'd leave the fan goin." I hit the switch on the wall. The blades turn on the fan and the wire begins to be pulled through the pinhole. You stare in fear at the grenade as the wire flies through. I smile as I walk out the house. I'm driving down the road as I look back and see an explosion.
Thank you.
My inspiration has been the torture scene from Reservoir Dogs. But this whole idea and entry is entirely mine. All from my mind.
Pole Killer