Monday, January 07, 2008

the crime

i have to admit there is a fright in love. it is like falling but then there is no bottom. so you fall into pleasure into pain continuously.

he murdered her in a million ways. he took her from her family, gave her a new name, a new identity. he penetrated her twice a day, splitting her insides. when she paid him compliments he would answer, "i already know." he murdered her insides, because he wanted to know who she was. but he kept her alive. and he found out her secrets, how she had been violated and wronged and he made it his personal mission to take revenge for her. then he found out that she needed blood to live. so he kept avenging her and himself. and he fed her with their blood whilst killing her insides. he'd place a vial on his tongue , snap it open between his teeth and tell her to drink from his mouth. she would feed straight from his mouth and she couldn't stop until it was all finished. after a while she could not feed unless it came from him. but she demanded more, food from his mouth, blood from his veins, so he would hook up a syringe between himself and his victims so that she could pierce his skin and drink until she could drink no more. it sometimes became a violent struggle to pull her away from him, but it was difficult also for him, because the urge was growing within him to simply give in to her.

1 Comments:

Blogger artandghosts said...

what have you done to my mind?

Tue Feb 26, 09:08:00 AM 2008  

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