Do things my way.
It took me a month to get his sissy ass but I fucking got him.
I haven't spoken to anyone for days. He took me to the hospital a few days after and they gave me stitches but...fuck, I felt so worthless. I didn't want to even ask him to help me but he came to my house.
He came to me.
Anyway, I saw Edan last night. And it'll be the last time anyone sees him, god-damnit.
He was walking by himself, at night, and I had the knife in my pocket that I started keeping after he first attacked me.
He didn't see me walking behind him, he didn't even realize he should be afraid.
I didn't stab him in the back though. I shoved him hard once he had reached that bridge that connects the downtown housing district to the park.
I shoved him, then I kicked him, and then I was slashing at him, forcing him beyond the bridge, into the park where it would be safe to kill him for sure.
I was so happy to hear his screaming, so fucking happy to hear him begging me for mercy.
I don't even remember what I was saying to him but I was hard, so hard it ached to breathe, and I was cutting off his belt before I knew what I meant to do.
His pants came down, then his boxers, and I knotted my fingers into his hair, forced his head backwards before I started to fuck him.
I promised myself he'd get it ten times worse and he did. I felt him bleeding and didn't stop, I felt each sob wracking his body and I didn't stop. I didn't stop until he jerked upwards, gasping, the cuts on his cheeks bleeding, and came all over the grass underneath us.
I'd meant to cut off his dick but decided against it, not wanting to cut him up anymore than I already had.
When I strangled him I was still inside of him. He died with me fucking him and that's all I wanted.
I didn't let myself spill anything inside of him, I don't need anyone on my back. So I left him there with his legs wide open and his thighs slick from his own orgasm.
Now I have to get away from this place.
Benito.
I haven't spoken to anyone for days. He took me to the hospital a few days after and they gave me stitches but...fuck, I felt so worthless. I didn't want to even ask him to help me but he came to my house.
He came to me.
Anyway, I saw Edan last night. And it'll be the last time anyone sees him, god-damnit.
He was walking by himself, at night, and I had the knife in my pocket that I started keeping after he first attacked me.
He didn't see me walking behind him, he didn't even realize he should be afraid.
I didn't stab him in the back though. I shoved him hard once he had reached that bridge that connects the downtown housing district to the park.
I shoved him, then I kicked him, and then I was slashing at him, forcing him beyond the bridge, into the park where it would be safe to kill him for sure.
I was so happy to hear his screaming, so fucking happy to hear him begging me for mercy.
I don't even remember what I was saying to him but I was hard, so hard it ached to breathe, and I was cutting off his belt before I knew what I meant to do.
His pants came down, then his boxers, and I knotted my fingers into his hair, forced his head backwards before I started to fuck him.
I promised myself he'd get it ten times worse and he did. I felt him bleeding and didn't stop, I felt each sob wracking his body and I didn't stop. I didn't stop until he jerked upwards, gasping, the cuts on his cheeks bleeding, and came all over the grass underneath us.
I'd meant to cut off his dick but decided against it, not wanting to cut him up anymore than I already had.
When I strangled him I was still inside of him. He died with me fucking him and that's all I wanted.
I didn't let myself spill anything inside of him, I don't need anyone on my back. So I left him there with his legs wide open and his thighs slick from his own orgasm.
Now I have to get away from this place.
Benito.