Hey everyone. This is my latest blog, titled 'Messy break-up'. I tend to feel slightly homicidal sometimes, so I figured that writing a story is better than attempting to live out such a fantasy. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. *smiles sweetly*.
Messy break-up.
Previously knocking him completely senseless (not that he had much sense when he was conscious), I had strapped him into the metallic reclining chair which was similar to those found at a dentist's surgery. I tightened the leather straps on each of his wrists. As I did so, I could see his skin start to pinch tighter and tighter, the leather almost cut through his repulsive human skin and flesh. Following that task, I continued to fasten the straps around his ankles; if there was any chance that he would awaken (as I hoped that he would so that he may feel the full extent of my wrath), there was no way that I would let him escape the torment and torture that I so desperately wanted to inflict on him.
The incessant, mechanistic drone of the revolving steel blades must have awoken him and he started to stir and open his eyes lazily. "Comfy?" I said to him in a demeaning manner; there was nothing more perfect about this situation. I had all of the power, and alas...he had none. "What are you doing to me you bitch?" He attempted to strain against the tight leather bands, grunting in anger and frustration. "Ahh, you poor, pathetic little man" I smiled to myself and fingered the remote control that I had in my hand. With one simple slip of my finger, he could be dissected into hundreds of pieces, as fast or as slowly as I wished. Power hungry? Me? *smiles evilly*
What hung above him was an astonishing piece of art. A piece of art that could become murderous at any moment. Razor sharp metallic blades protruded at all angles, piercing knives and spokes joined to mechanic splinters, shiny new and saws rusted with blood all formed together to create a cruel mechanical killing machine. "Now's the time that you apologise for being such a cunt to me, for wasting my time..." The look in his eyes knew that nothing he could say would change my mind. He knew the look of passion, of hate and satanic sadism that filled my thoughts and fantasies so frequently.
My slender finger pushed the control button and the metallic knives started to dance. They moved robotically towards the reclining chair, zoomed in and out, chanting their mechanical war-cry. The first incision was made (involuntary, on his behalf, of course), directly near his navel. It inserted perfectly into his flesh and almost instantaneously was removed again. Blood started to ooze from the fresh wound. He lay there in shock, not even realising what had just happened.
I pressed the button again and this time, an axe-like object (but somewhat blunt) came down and hacked through his left kneecap. I smiled to myself at the pleasant sound of bone and cartilage being mashed into a pulp, bits of his bone and blood splattering the surrounding walls, the entire bottom half of his leg slid slowly from the chair onto the floor. "Ready for more or do you want to rest for a little bit?" I laughed in a high, shrill manner; I don't think I had felt so satisfied in my life. "Too bad YOU never made me feel this good, isn't that right sweetie? You were never quite able to get me off were you? Oh well, you're giving me that chance right now..."
I pressed the button once again and I heard his desperate cry. He sounded like a tortured animal. Oh wait, did I say "sounded like"? I meant, he WAS a tortured animal. Taking a cigarette out of my jeans pocket, I lit it and blew smoke slowly and seductively into his face. "Wow, that was awesome..." I said, and let out a post-orgastic sigh. The machine started to saw slowly through his right leg this time. Inch by inch, the flesh was cut away. It was quite interesting to watch actually, like some kind of medical show, well without the doctors and the fact that they try to help people rather than dissect the living.
At this stage, although thoroughly enjoying myself and also watching the vast pool of blood that now covered the floor, things were getting to be tedious so I decided to end it. Pressing the control for the final time, two knives worked their way through his body from below his waist. The speed in which they cut was unimaginable; human flesh, freshly cut, flew through the air and hit the walls with a heavy, blood-filled thud. His intestines and liver were sliced open and bodily waste and fluid seeped from the cuts, and drizzled all down his body. A chainsaw and drill dug its way into his masculine chest; sawing at ribs and flesh and lung matter. The drill punctured his heart and blood splattered everywhere.
Finally, I took a blade from the machine and manually started hacking into his neck. Wiping the blood of my own face, I continued to saw faster and faster through veins and muscle tissue, through his vocal cords and pipes. Just as I hit the spine at the back of his neck, I lent down and kissed his tilted head (there was nothing left to support it at this stage).
Lighting yet another cigarette, I re-adjusted my singlet and wiped the blood from my cheek. "You know", I said aloud "you should really do something about the way you take care of your appearance; you're a mess!" I smiled evilly and strolled out of the horrific yet terribly satisfying slaughter scene.
+Vampiress+
Messy break-up.
Previously knocking him completely senseless (not that he had much sense when he was conscious), I had strapped him into the metallic reclining chair which was similar to those found at a dentist's surgery. I tightened the leather straps on each of his wrists. As I did so, I could see his skin start to pinch tighter and tighter, the leather almost cut through his repulsive human skin and flesh. Following that task, I continued to fasten the straps around his ankles; if there was any chance that he would awaken (as I hoped that he would so that he may feel the full extent of my wrath), there was no way that I would let him escape the torment and torture that I so desperately wanted to inflict on him.
The incessant, mechanistic drone of the revolving steel blades must have awoken him and he started to stir and open his eyes lazily. "Comfy?" I said to him in a demeaning manner; there was nothing more perfect about this situation. I had all of the power, and alas...he had none. "What are you doing to me you bitch?" He attempted to strain against the tight leather bands, grunting in anger and frustration. "Ahh, you poor, pathetic little man" I smiled to myself and fingered the remote control that I had in my hand. With one simple slip of my finger, he could be dissected into hundreds of pieces, as fast or as slowly as I wished. Power hungry? Me? *smiles evilly*
What hung above him was an astonishing piece of art. A piece of art that could become murderous at any moment. Razor sharp metallic blades protruded at all angles, piercing knives and spokes joined to mechanic splinters, shiny new and saws rusted with blood all formed together to create a cruel mechanical killing machine. "Now's the time that you apologise for being such a cunt to me, for wasting my time..." The look in his eyes knew that nothing he could say would change my mind. He knew the look of passion, of hate and satanic sadism that filled my thoughts and fantasies so frequently.
My slender finger pushed the control button and the metallic knives started to dance. They moved robotically towards the reclining chair, zoomed in and out, chanting their mechanical war-cry. The first incision was made (involuntary, on his behalf, of course), directly near his navel. It inserted perfectly into his flesh and almost instantaneously was removed again. Blood started to ooze from the fresh wound. He lay there in shock, not even realising what had just happened.
I pressed the button again and this time, an axe-like object (but somewhat blunt) came down and hacked through his left kneecap. I smiled to myself at the pleasant sound of bone and cartilage being mashed into a pulp, bits of his bone and blood splattering the surrounding walls, the entire bottom half of his leg slid slowly from the chair onto the floor. "Ready for more or do you want to rest for a little bit?" I laughed in a high, shrill manner; I don't think I had felt so satisfied in my life. "Too bad YOU never made me feel this good, isn't that right sweetie? You were never quite able to get me off were you? Oh well, you're giving me that chance right now..."
I pressed the button once again and I heard his desperate cry. He sounded like a tortured animal. Oh wait, did I say "sounded like"? I meant, he WAS a tortured animal. Taking a cigarette out of my jeans pocket, I lit it and blew smoke slowly and seductively into his face. "Wow, that was awesome..." I said, and let out a post-orgastic sigh. The machine started to saw slowly through his right leg this time. Inch by inch, the flesh was cut away. It was quite interesting to watch actually, like some kind of medical show, well without the doctors and the fact that they try to help people rather than dissect the living.
At this stage, although thoroughly enjoying myself and also watching the vast pool of blood that now covered the floor, things were getting to be tedious so I decided to end it. Pressing the control for the final time, two knives worked their way through his body from below his waist. The speed in which they cut was unimaginable; human flesh, freshly cut, flew through the air and hit the walls with a heavy, blood-filled thud. His intestines and liver were sliced open and bodily waste and fluid seeped from the cuts, and drizzled all down his body. A chainsaw and drill dug its way into his masculine chest; sawing at ribs and flesh and lung matter. The drill punctured his heart and blood splattered everywhere.
Finally, I took a blade from the machine and manually started hacking into his neck. Wiping the blood of my own face, I continued to saw faster and faster through veins and muscle tissue, through his vocal cords and pipes. Just as I hit the spine at the back of his neck, I lent down and kissed his tilted head (there was nothing left to support it at this stage).
Lighting yet another cigarette, I re-adjusted my singlet and wiped the blood from my cheek. "You know", I said aloud "you should really do something about the way you take care of your appearance; you're a mess!" I smiled evilly and strolled out of the horrific yet terribly satisfying slaughter scene.
+Vampiress+
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Anyhoot, feeling quite bored and restless right about now..... how about you?