I am a dirty fuckpig whore that enjoys my pain served with lots of blood. I want to be cut and stuck and sliced to within an inch of my life. I am so tired of men telling me I am beautiful and trying to be so kind and gentle – I need a real man who has no problem leaving his marks on my body and showing me what pain can really feel like. I want you to start with my nipples and then move to my worthless cunt. Use your blades, sharp or dull, I don’t care. I have to feel the pressure of the cutting or my pussy will not throb for you.
I always love the camera to be rolling so that we can watch it back and watch my blood spill onto the dirt. I love how you shove my face in it until my mouth is full of that copper taste mixed into bloody mud. You choosing different knives to make slices through my perfect skin – ruining it forever. Those are the scars that I can trace with my red nails and remember forever. So much better than the flowers and gifts the other losers try to give me.
My favorite is the smile scar on my neck – you gave it to me last year as a reminder of how close to the edge you will take me. I bled until my vision became starry and then went black. I remember being almost sad when I woke up, sad to still be alive as the pathetic pain slut I had become. But you were there and still playing with my body with your knives. Collecting my blood so that you can infuse it back into me and play longer. I am feeling that scar now, so big and long, and ear to ear. There is nothing quite like the feeling of death. Next time I am hoping you let me have it all.