There are so many creative ways to cause pain. So many ways one can mutilate a sweet body. So many ways to extract the beautiful red fluid that brings a flutter to my stomach and a tingle to my clit.
Looking down at her naked body strapped down, shivering , goose bumps covering her flesh, not from the cold, from the fear.
Tonight I am not using my usual tools for her mutilation. No knives or scalpels.
Tonight I am using my new piercing tools. the plan is to pierce and then rip.
I will decorate her body from head to toe in beautiful piercings. Admiring them all as I go. And then I will rip every one out one at a time.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Watching the blood as it drips down her fair white skin.
Dancing to the song of her cries of pain and agony.
Laughing as I show her the scared and disfigured body that I have destroyed.