I have kept you for a week. Feeding you, making you think we are friends and I am here to help you. You are young, you ran away from home and have no where else to go, no other friends, no where to turn.
I have enjoyed your company, I have enjoyed laying with you under the night sky and fucking you like I would a lover. But it has all been for a reason.
There is always an ulterior motive. Life is a jungle, it is kill or be killed. Use and be used and your time was finally up.
You were happy to do exactly as I said thinking this was another game that would end in pleasure and be fun. And it did, for me.
You stand there tied to the wooden stake coming out of the earth, naked and unafraid.
I take you one last time. Slowly. Gently at first, and then I let my blood lust for pain and horror take over my mind, heart and soul.
I bite chunks of flesh from your body. And the knife play begins. The cutting and stabbing and watching you bleed that satisfies my soul. I cut pieces of you off and eat them in front of you. I shove things in side every opening in your body that you never imagined would be inside you, piercing you from the inside out. And finally I set the fire. I watch it as it climes up your legs. I listen as you scream and beg me to put it out.
No one can hear you, no one is coming, no one but me that is.
I am cumming hard, it is flowing down my legs, my eyes are wild with a satisfaction that only I know how to feel. A satisfaction brought to me by your pain, your innocents and your screams.
I will sleep well tonight and plot to go find the next body that will lay in your place until he or she brings me this same pleasure.
Karma
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