POAAP 3
WARNING:YOU KNOW THE FUCKING DRILL. THE CONTENT OF THIS FICTIONAL STORY IS VULGAR AND CAN BE OFFENSIVE, SO DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU
as i stood inside of L.S.D's (little satan's den), watching a band play. somekind of softer black metal band. the female vocals were alright, but it all sounded very similar to cradle of filth. looking across the club i see one girl that, durring my first year in college, started to have a fling with. she said rather nice things about me, that i gave her butterflies when she knew she was about to see me or if she knew i was about to call and whatnot. then that mid-october, she started to completely ignore and avoid me. i dont see what the fuck would be her problem with me, unless it was the excuse of her having gotten out of a long relationship just that summer or something like that. so i started to break into her room when no one was home, and hid in the closet. she had the type of closet doors that are small flat planks of wood at an angle. i was able to look out but she couldnt look in. i think those closet doors were made for this kind of thing. so for a few nights, id watch her, masturbating as she slept, coming on the pair of panties i had taken from her dresser, and then id leave them there. after a few nights of doing this, i finally burst out, taking her completely by surprise. i tied her down to her bed and stuffed her mouth with a pair of socks. i fucked her hard, staring deep into her eyes, filling with tears, her look of terror and fear just turns me on even more. i decided to ejaculate inside her ass, pulled the socks out of her mouth, and smothered her with a pillow until her movement started getting weaker and weaker. so i took it off her face and left out the window as i heard her gasping for breath again.
i smile at her in the club, and she gives a weak one in return. her eyes give a hint of watering up, she looks afraid. i give her a thumbs up and walk up stairs. while on the way i see a girl who is short and very pretty, the kind of beauty that seems too perfect to be human. she looks more like a mannequin, and i already want to take her home.
"hello" i say to her with a friendly wave. she smiled back at me. "can i buy you a drink?" she gives me another little smile and i feel myself grow excited (and not sexually for once).
her name is lisa, and is the first girl ive met for the past five years that i dont automatically start thinking of all the awful things i could do to her. this odd change in my emotions shocks me. i havent felt this way since either middle school or early highschool.
that night, as im cooking some pasta for myself, i cant help but continue thinking of her.
its monday morning, and im throwing a head into an open car window parked in the westside mall's lot. some asshole cut me off thirty minutes ago. i tracked him down and used the small hatchet i keep in my trunk to decapitate the motherfucker. i thought about sticking the head on the shift stick, but tossing it in some random car is just about as effective. the body remained in his car, again with hopes that the discovery will traumatize someone for years. therapists, psychiatrists, and psychologists dont know it, but they all owe me for their increase in patients. all the good business is putting a better car in their garage, their kids through college, and feeding whatever vice they have (everyone has at least one vice that they cant help but feed.).
my bloodlust is not satisfied. i wait for the next guy to show up in the parkinglot, a silenced pistol in my pocket. its a well dressed hispanic male.
"excuse me, good sir, have you accepted jesus christ as your own personal lord and savior?" he stares blankly at me, and before he even has time to process what he just heard, a crimson hole appears between his eyes. various skull fragments and brain matter spray out the back of his head like a celebration popper. his body collapses and i stomp on his face once, then realize that i got blood all over my boots and jeans. i want to kick him again for messing up my good pants. hopefully i can get the stains cleaned out or else ill have to throw them away. at least i dont have anywhere important to go today.
© morfiend 2005
as i stood inside of L.S.D's (little satan's den), watching a band play. somekind of softer black metal band. the female vocals were alright, but it all sounded very similar to cradle of filth. looking across the club i see one girl that, durring my first year in college, started to have a fling with. she said rather nice things about me, that i gave her butterflies when she knew she was about to see me or if she knew i was about to call and whatnot. then that mid-october, she started to completely ignore and avoid me. i dont see what the fuck would be her problem with me, unless it was the excuse of her having gotten out of a long relationship just that summer or something like that. so i started to break into her room when no one was home, and hid in the closet. she had the type of closet doors that are small flat planks of wood at an angle. i was able to look out but she couldnt look in. i think those closet doors were made for this kind of thing. so for a few nights, id watch her, masturbating as she slept, coming on the pair of panties i had taken from her dresser, and then id leave them there. after a few nights of doing this, i finally burst out, taking her completely by surprise. i tied her down to her bed and stuffed her mouth with a pair of socks. i fucked her hard, staring deep into her eyes, filling with tears, her look of terror and fear just turns me on even more. i decided to ejaculate inside her ass, pulled the socks out of her mouth, and smothered her with a pillow until her movement started getting weaker and weaker. so i took it off her face and left out the window as i heard her gasping for breath again.
i smile at her in the club, and she gives a weak one in return. her eyes give a hint of watering up, she looks afraid. i give her a thumbs up and walk up stairs. while on the way i see a girl who is short and very pretty, the kind of beauty that seems too perfect to be human. she looks more like a mannequin, and i already want to take her home.
"hello" i say to her with a friendly wave. she smiled back at me. "can i buy you a drink?" she gives me another little smile and i feel myself grow excited (and not sexually for once).
her name is lisa, and is the first girl ive met for the past five years that i dont automatically start thinking of all the awful things i could do to her. this odd change in my emotions shocks me. i havent felt this way since either middle school or early highschool.
that night, as im cooking some pasta for myself, i cant help but continue thinking of her.
its monday morning, and im throwing a head into an open car window parked in the westside mall's lot. some asshole cut me off thirty minutes ago. i tracked him down and used the small hatchet i keep in my trunk to decapitate the motherfucker. i thought about sticking the head on the shift stick, but tossing it in some random car is just about as effective. the body remained in his car, again with hopes that the discovery will traumatize someone for years. therapists, psychiatrists, and psychologists dont know it, but they all owe me for their increase in patients. all the good business is putting a better car in their garage, their kids through college, and feeding whatever vice they have (everyone has at least one vice that they cant help but feed.).
my bloodlust is not satisfied. i wait for the next guy to show up in the parkinglot, a silenced pistol in my pocket. its a well dressed hispanic male.
"excuse me, good sir, have you accepted jesus christ as your own personal lord and savior?" he stares blankly at me, and before he even has time to process what he just heard, a crimson hole appears between his eyes. various skull fragments and brain matter spray out the back of his head like a celebration popper. his body collapses and i stomp on his face once, then realize that i got blood all over my boots and jeans. i want to kick him again for messing up my good pants. hopefully i can get the stains cleaned out or else ill have to throw them away. at least i dont have anywhere important to go today.
© morfiend 2005