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I hate that sticky summer feel, the feeling of being lost, and the pain in the head, and all those problems, I have. And everyone else is being so fucked up, GG go suck a dick, and hopefully the guy forces your head down and makes you swallow, same goes for you Brianna. Fuckers, I hate everyone at the moment, and those I want to talk to, I can not reach, that figures, MIKE ALBIEZ, CALL ME, IM ME, LET ME KNOW WHEN WE CAN HANG, I MISS YOU SO MUCH MAN.
I am ending with a story, comment with your thougts...
KILL
Introduction
The compulsion to kill. And to stab, with blood, more blood. Drink it down, savor the flavor. And be enlightened, in the fact, that, after all, you can kill, kill some more, and stab away, and feel free, a release, from your negative energies, and stab her more, dig deeper, consumed by it, and the compulsion grows stronger and stronger.
Chapter 1
I reached for the blade. It was the last time she would slap me, and make me her bitch. She screamed, “NO.” To late for her though.
“First I am going to remove those damn legs of yours so you're stuck with me,” I said. And then I held her down, taking what little breath from her that was left in her lungs with my force. And I proceeded to push through her legs, right above her knee, and then I felt the pressure I was applying met with more and more opposition, I knew I hit bone. I then started sawing away at the bone, I heard it give way, and easily sliced off the rest of the leg, I followed in suit with the next.
“Just for the record, I am not uncaring, I am going to tie off your legs with gauze so the bleeding stops,” I said.
“How compassionate,” was her retort in a scream like pain filled voice. She then screamed, as I started to tighten the gauze around her legs, that were now stubs. I was rather surprised by her calmness throughout this event. And, I then bandaged the other leg.
I left her be for a while, and watched her struggling with her restrained arms. I felt joy in knowing I could do worse than killing her, I could trap her in herself. Make her think, and only feel, and see, and hear.
Chapter 2
After having left the room to urinate, and get a drink, I returned to find her with a rather sedate look on her face. My reply to that was simple, “Why do you appear to be so calm, you know what's coming don't you?”
“Yes I believe so, and that is why I am so mellow with this.”
I was stunned, and utterly speechless. I then went to get the chainsaw from the garage. I walked back in with the utensil of my revenge. I then without a word to her proceeded to do the next step, I severed her arms, about three inches above the elbow. And smiled, as I tied off the arms, I felt calm.
I took her arms and legs out of the room, and went about cleaning the blood off the floor, and changing her bandaged arms, and legs, that were now mere stubs. I then carried her to the bed, and said to her, “Are you hungry?” She then nodded, and I left the room to go prepare her meal.
Her meal was to be herself. I removed some of the meatier less fatty tissue from her leg, and cooked it in the frying pan with salt, and pepper. I then cut it up, and plated it.
I walked back into the bedroom, and fed her. She asked me what it was, in a less
pain filled voice then the one we conversed in earlier. I then replied, “It's you?, does it taste alright?”
“It's marvelous, it tastes just marvelous.” I was in complete dumbfounded shock at her reply. I was in such awe of her responses to my questions. She was almost willing, or more so damn near excited to be having this done to her.
“What else do you want done to you,” I said.
“Well I want to be blinded,” she said.
I proceeded to do so, I got an eye dropper, and held her eyes open as I put droplets of chlorine into her eyes. I then thought to myself, she's crazier than me for wanting this done, why am I doing this.
I then proceeded to mute her, upon her own request.
Epilogue
I feel it all, sense the movements, but I can not see them, can put together no image, nothing. It's only coming through in waves, waves and only that, I can only go on hearing, and smell, and taste, and that is all I can use, to form a picture in my mind.
Waves, and only waves, and anomalies for thoughts, that bring disruption, to a calm riding wave, and take away from the feel. I tell myself to move, but I can not, I tell myself to speak, but that is pointless, and I feel adrift, a calm, again, beautiful calm.
Now, little thought left, consumed by the waves. And, the darkness.
Finally, endless waves of darkness.