Hey everyone. This blog entry will just be one of the short descriptive stories that I have written of late; I also posted it on myspace.com, so too bad if you've already read it.
Sadomasochistic Massacre.
Her muffled screams could be heard from behind the bedroom door. When he removed his hands from over her mouth, the tortured wailing pierced the night's silence. He breathed into her ear, his hot breath gave her chills, covered her entire body and she found herself drowning in his perverted and sadistic thoughts.
She looked deep into his eyes. They were ice crystals that refused to melt. His frozen stare pierced her skin and it pleased him to see her strain under his dominating force, to hear her satisfied whimper in his ear.
He stood taller than her; he wasn't unusually tall or domineering but it was his demeanour, his personality that was intimidating above anything else. It was his mind. He would look down at her, taking in her whole body with every one of his human senses, soaking up every breath, tear and anguished cry that escaped her beautiful, bruised body.
"You know you are beautiful, don't you?" he said as he stroked her long, dark hair from out of her tear-filled eyes. She looked up at him, somewhat terrified but at the same time, she welcomed such intimidation, such domination from a twisted yet sexually nurturing individual. He had painted his face to represent that of a mime's face; his skin was completely white and unblemished, and black tears stained his unemotive face. His strong arms gripped her wrists now, pushing them down into the mattress. He lowered his face closer to hers; she could feel the warm breath on her neck. She closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly and she prepared herself for what would be no doubt, hours of sexual and emotional torture.
She felt as though she was melting into the mattress, with his touch, she was liquefied, bound by not only his physical strength, but entranced by his psychological power over her. She could not think of anyone else for he was the only being in her entire world; all had been forgotten except for this particular moment in all of eternity.
Forcefully, but slowly he carefully removed each item of clothing from her body. She shook with anticipation; she lay naked, totally uncovered and ready for whatever he had in mind for her. Holding her knees open with his left arm, he traced his fingernails into the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs. She whimpered and attempted to close her long legs, but his strength was unearthly and there was no use struggling against his power. He then bit into her neck, his teeth pierced her body, and blood rose to the surface, pushing its way through her flesh and skin. She cried out in pain and tears welled up in her eyes. His fingers continued to circle her inner thighs. She was in heaven, she moved her hips toward him, and her deep crimson blood flowed freely down her neck and onto her chest.
"Do you enjoy that? Do you enjoy the pain that I give to you? It is your gift, from me to you." he murmured in her ear, his lips touching her earlobe. "Please don't hurt me" she whispered unconvincingly to him, subconsciously begging him to continue. He knew what she wanted; he knew she wanted both pain and pleasure, and he would give it to her, and then ultimately, drink every last drop that ran from her pulsating veins. He pushed his fingers inside of her and her whole body shuddered. He looked down at her, smiling, maniacally as he pounded her, incessantly. He bit into her chest; skin tore off in between his teeth, even then, the smile never faded from his lips. He removed his fingers and drank the sweet sap that flowed so constantly now. "You're very wet, aren't you?" he laughed evilly, and she looked ashamed, her cheeks burned.
He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her further into the mattress; he was so close to her that she could hardly breathe. Short gasps escaped her full lips. Her eyes provided an entrance to her soul, and he stared deep into that soul, savouring every emotion that she was experiencing. Tears poured from her glassy eyes, her warmth could not melt the glaciers that his eyes now formed. He slid himself deep down inside her. Thrusting powerfully, their bodies now became one. He could feel his own heart beating to the rhythm of her veins and their bodies moved together, performing a primitive, sacrificial act.
"If pain truly is your pleasure, then I will grant your wish" he said, but didn't have to open his mouth, for she now could hear his thoughts, and he could now read her mind. Sitting upright on top of her, he raised the dagger high up into the air. The atmosphere was so thick that he could almost slice through it with his knife. Silently and swiftly, he thrusted the blade deep into her chest. Hitting her ribcage, he directed the knife toward her navel, slicing her open completely. Blood splattered his painted face; the scarlet liquid adorned his carefully crafted mask and forged tears.
Tearing open the fresh wound, he opened her resilient ribcage. He opened the gates to her heart, he was intrusive, but her body was now his. Her heart lay motionless, situated next to her left lung. Everything was so still, so very unmoving.
He reached into her chest, and snatched her heart out of her body. Ripping veins and muscular tissue, he held the heart to his mouth. His lips parted and he took a deep bite into the organ and still-warm blood oozed onto the back of his tongue.
With the metallic taste of her life-force within him, he lay down beside the cooling corpse and held her for what would seem to be an eternity. He then realised that One cannot be physically closer to another human being than the closeness subsequently felt from the digestion of a loved one.
The End.
Vampiress.
Sadomasochistic Massacre.
Her muffled screams could be heard from behind the bedroom door. When he removed his hands from over her mouth, the tortured wailing pierced the night's silence. He breathed into her ear, his hot breath gave her chills, covered her entire body and she found herself drowning in his perverted and sadistic thoughts.
She looked deep into his eyes. They were ice crystals that refused to melt. His frozen stare pierced her skin and it pleased him to see her strain under his dominating force, to hear her satisfied whimper in his ear.
He stood taller than her; he wasn't unusually tall or domineering but it was his demeanour, his personality that was intimidating above anything else. It was his mind. He would look down at her, taking in her whole body with every one of his human senses, soaking up every breath, tear and anguished cry that escaped her beautiful, bruised body.
"You know you are beautiful, don't you?" he said as he stroked her long, dark hair from out of her tear-filled eyes. She looked up at him, somewhat terrified but at the same time, she welcomed such intimidation, such domination from a twisted yet sexually nurturing individual. He had painted his face to represent that of a mime's face; his skin was completely white and unblemished, and black tears stained his unemotive face. His strong arms gripped her wrists now, pushing them down into the mattress. He lowered his face closer to hers; she could feel the warm breath on her neck. She closed her eyes, her lips parted slightly and she prepared herself for what would be no doubt, hours of sexual and emotional torture.
She felt as though she was melting into the mattress, with his touch, she was liquefied, bound by not only his physical strength, but entranced by his psychological power over her. She could not think of anyone else for he was the only being in her entire world; all had been forgotten except for this particular moment in all of eternity.
Forcefully, but slowly he carefully removed each item of clothing from her body. She shook with anticipation; she lay naked, totally uncovered and ready for whatever he had in mind for her. Holding her knees open with his left arm, he traced his fingernails into the soft, white flesh of her inner thighs. She whimpered and attempted to close her long legs, but his strength was unearthly and there was no use struggling against his power. He then bit into her neck, his teeth pierced her body, and blood rose to the surface, pushing its way through her flesh and skin. She cried out in pain and tears welled up in her eyes. His fingers continued to circle her inner thighs. She was in heaven, she moved her hips toward him, and her deep crimson blood flowed freely down her neck and onto her chest.
"Do you enjoy that? Do you enjoy the pain that I give to you? It is your gift, from me to you." he murmured in her ear, his lips touching her earlobe. "Please don't hurt me" she whispered unconvincingly to him, subconsciously begging him to continue. He knew what she wanted; he knew she wanted both pain and pleasure, and he would give it to her, and then ultimately, drink every last drop that ran from her pulsating veins. He pushed his fingers inside of her and her whole body shuddered. He looked down at her, smiling, maniacally as he pounded her, incessantly. He bit into her chest; skin tore off in between his teeth, even then, the smile never faded from his lips. He removed his fingers and drank the sweet sap that flowed so constantly now. "You're very wet, aren't you?" he laughed evilly, and she looked ashamed, her cheeks burned.
He climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her further into the mattress; he was so close to her that she could hardly breathe. Short gasps escaped her full lips. Her eyes provided an entrance to her soul, and he stared deep into that soul, savouring every emotion that she was experiencing. Tears poured from her glassy eyes, her warmth could not melt the glaciers that his eyes now formed. He slid himself deep down inside her. Thrusting powerfully, their bodies now became one. He could feel his own heart beating to the rhythm of her veins and their bodies moved together, performing a primitive, sacrificial act.
"If pain truly is your pleasure, then I will grant your wish" he said, but didn't have to open his mouth, for she now could hear his thoughts, and he could now read her mind. Sitting upright on top of her, he raised the dagger high up into the air. The atmosphere was so thick that he could almost slice through it with his knife. Silently and swiftly, he thrusted the blade deep into her chest. Hitting her ribcage, he directed the knife toward her navel, slicing her open completely. Blood splattered his painted face; the scarlet liquid adorned his carefully crafted mask and forged tears.
Tearing open the fresh wound, he opened her resilient ribcage. He opened the gates to her heart, he was intrusive, but her body was now his. Her heart lay motionless, situated next to her left lung. Everything was so still, so very unmoving.
He reached into her chest, and snatched her heart out of her body. Ripping veins and muscular tissue, he held the heart to his mouth. His lips parted and he took a deep bite into the organ and still-warm blood oozed onto the back of his tongue.
With the metallic taste of her life-force within him, he lay down beside the cooling corpse and held her for what would seem to be an eternity. He then realised that One cannot be physically closer to another human being than the closeness subsequently felt from the digestion of a loved one.
The End.
Vampiress.
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