It’s hypnotic. That moment right before you attack. That single glorious moment before you take another persons life. I’ve heard that it’s different for each person; that some people hear god speaking to them or some other voice, that some hear white noise, and other hear their own heartbeat above anything else… but me? No. All I hear is whatever music is playing the the background. It’s like I just zone out and nothing is around me. It’s like I’m stuck in a single moment of time. The little whore wouldn’t stop screaming when I sliced my hand scythe into her neck and drug it all the way down into her stomach. It was over in a just a second, but that second felt like a glorious eternity when I was the absolute power. I had control over how this little whore would die. I could decide that last thing she saw, smelled, tasted, heard and felt. I am God in that moment.
Tag: Sadistic phone sex
I am God
Piss Angel
He used to bring me such happiness, as most boyfriends do. Not many things other than hunting bring me joy. And I have known him all my life. He was my last reminder of the lighter side of life. I actually enjoyed life when I was with him. But that was over now. I was foolish to think I could stand in darkness and light, I had to end it. I must eliminate my enemy.
I watch from across the street, sitting silently in a bed of rotting flowers that are waiting patiently for the morning sun. The sky is a dark gray, clouds have sealed off the earth from god’s eyes. Streetlights.. one by one flicker and die. I smile to myself as I watch silently into his window.. his silhouette is joined by another, slowly pissing me off that they continue to breathe. I look over at my bag, inside are the tools I will need to bring this night to a close. Bolt cutters, splashed with congealed blood and bits of bone, perfect for removing digits. My switchblade, small and sharp, perfect for silencing voices. And tonight I will use my gun, each bullet with his name on it… carved carefully.
I decided what I wanted just then. To stand over both of them, and watch them. Breathless, bloodied.. eye sockets dry and empty. Mouth agape, tongue swollen.. scratches and chunks out of the skin. Seeing your silent screams paused in the sky. So beautiful, like a bird flying in circles. I want to reach out and take it.. put your scream in my pocket covered in blood. It will be a meal for later. I am hungry to end it, and end it now.
I started to sing to myself
I see you headless with me caressing your neck
My personal nightfall
An eclipse of the sunflowers
I feel so invisible
So unknown
A coffin of dust
An illegible tombstone
They finally buried the gravedigger in the sky
I just need to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth
**Song cited : Piss Angel by Pig Destroyer**
Caught in the Act
They say that the eyes are the window into the soul, but what if the eyes are completely black? I didn’t mean to make my daddy so angry, I really didn’t. It all happened so fast, first he was yelling and then I was yelling and the next thing i know his hands were wrapped around my throat and they were squeezing…hard. All I could see were my daddy’s eyes. They were as black as midnight. He had caught me touching myself with a belt wrapped around my neck. As scarred as my daddy was making me, all I could think about was the way his fingers were working inside my dripping pussy. The combination of his rough fingers and his tight grip on my throat made me feel like I would explode at any moment! I was so scared, my daddy was squeezing my neck so hard I couldn’t breathe and then all at once stars exploded in my eyes and it was over. My daddy looked angry still, but he looked more disgusted than anything…he left my room without saying a thing.
this little light of mine…
I like to hang out in houses that aren’t exactly finished. Some say it’s because I’m ’emo.’ Others give me frightened glances and then quickly lower their eyelids before my own shoot back. They think I don’t hear their whispers in the halls, catch their fearful expressions when I walk past; but I always do. The other day I was in my room, peeling the corner of a NIN poster back, and realized I was feeling a little chilly . . . and no, before you say it, it wasn’t just my cold heart. I needed some heat, a little excitement, a risk–and of course, a prize. So I slipped on my loafers and wandered into Northhaven–the quaint little subdivision being built a few miles down the road from me.
And there it was…a two-story McMansion under construction before me, with raindrop-splattered tarps and a material-strewn front lawn. I snickered to myself; this was just too easy. Crawling up onto a bulldozer on the left side of the house, I wiggled my way in through the open window. Brushing myself off, I surveyed my surroundings. It wasn’t long before I heard the voices of the very young little ones whom I’d overhead planning a trip here earlier that day. I cackled to myself and strode across the wooden planks of the upstairs bedroom, careful to avoid the unfinished sections of the house with exposed beams.
Following the giggles, I walked to the utmost back room and hide behind the large stone fireplace obstructing me from their view. I peeked out slowly and . . .
There they were: my prizes. Two of ’em–a little boy and his bitch, drinking vodka procured from their parents’ liquor cabinet, no doubt. I stood there silently for awhile and watched them pass the bitter drink back and forth between each other. Their faces twisted into grimaces as the burning heat flooded down their throats each into the pit of their stomachs. And my hands were struck with a sudden and distinct urge to rub together greedily.
Play time . . .
Baby, I’ll tell you all about what kinds of horrible things I made these two little songbirds do to one another with their pants off. Alice gave them a nice taste of what grown-up fun feels like . . . and then she added in some of her own sickness. Sitting on their faces, pissing down their throats. I stripped that little virgin bitch’s dignity and innocence away with her little boyfriend’s erect cock, and he wanted to cum inside of that cunt so bad, I bet he would’ve thanked me if I hadn’t had my fist rammed down his throat. When I was done with my game and the sky was growing dark outside . . . I stepped over the broken glass of the once-solid vodka bottle. Grabbing it along with my shoes, I strode back out the window, pouring liquid all the way.
. . . A bright orange spark flaring–I dropped the match. Flames. And then I walked away and left the dying screams behind me.
Blood Sausages
Have I told you that my master is very controlling and dominant? He’s also very protective of his pet. He doesn’t like for other men to mess with his possessions, unless he gives them permission to. A good example is this incident that happened just the other day.. but shhhh.. don’t tell anyone.
My master likes to have some people over from time to time, just to show me off and how good of a pet I am. One of his friends brought this guy she picked up on the way over here. Said he’d be fun for her to play with. I think his name was Rufus. It was fun, getting to meet master’s friends and their pets. But It was getting late and everyone left except Ana and her pet Rufus. I was sitting on the floor beside my master’s feet when he ordered the pets; myself and Rufus to go fix our master’s some drinks.
Yes master, I replied. Showing Rufus to the kitchen and asking him what his master likes to drink. I start fixing the drinks and need to grab one more thing out the fridge, as I bend over I feel someone come up behind me, pressing their hard dick against my ass. Thinking its my master I look back smiling only to see it’s Rufus.
It scares me so I back up and try to go around him but he slams me against the wall and is grinding on me. I go to yell for my master and he covers my mouth. Kissing on my neck. I’m trying to fight him off but he’s stronger then me. He’s grabbing on my tits and pinching my nipples through my dress. He’s being so rough with me. I start crying, hoping my master comes for me.
I think master was wondering why we were taking so long because they come walking into the kitchen as he has my slammed against the wall, tears streaming down… I feel Rufus being jerked off of me and himself being slammed against the wall. Ana looks so shock and master is fuming. He yells at Ana and tells her to leave. She tries to take Rufus with her but was told he was staying.
I have not seen the look that master had in his eyes, ever. I was more scared now then I was when Rufus was hurting me. Master let’s him know that there is going to be a punishment for his actions. He beats him in the face over and over again. Yelling him telling him he can’t touch what is his. I think he was knocked out because his body just slumps to the floor. I can’t do anything but just stand there and look at him
. Master grabs a knife and cuts his shorts off, and grabs his dick and cuts it off. He gets up and throws it in the blender and let’s it puree til it’s just a creamy liquid.
Master comes over to me to make sure i’m okay and kisses me and tells me he wont let anyone get that close to me again. He calls up a few of his friends that owns their own meat packing and processing company. We clean up the mess at the house and pack up Rufus and take him there.
They strip what’s left of his clothes. Then they put him in this really big blender that already had some blood in it and it starts chopping him up and grinding him. They even add in some seasonings. It get’s really messy as blood and little chunks of meat splash out on the floor.
Once everything is ready they hook another machine/device up to it and they have these little casings. They hook the casings onto the machine and hit a button and it starts coming out, and into the packing. It looks like they are making sausages out of him.
Master tells me they are using him to make blood sausages. That ‘s what he deserves. He wanted to treat me like a little piece of meat. And that’s what they are going to do to him. Serve him up to everyone across the world. Turns out he was the one that was a piece of meat. Once we got back home master fucked me and so good. Reminding me that I was his and only his. I have never been so turned on then what I was tonight, when I was showed just how much master wanted to protect me. I never knew how much fun blenders were.. the little ones at home, that we use daily…or even the really big ones at the meat plant..
Candy
Once in a great while I like to bring a fellow follower of the ways in which I Worship into My play time. One such Sister is “Vivika” to whom I have grown rather fond of. She is Russian and She is a bitch through and through. I adore Her. Her tastes are a bit different then My own, but I thought it in good taste that Our first outing would be along the lines of something She could really get into.
Her and I found a man whom She could really sink Her teeth into, literally. He was mesmerized by the both of Us. It was easy to have him come with Us. After all, We were the candy, and isn’t it said that is the perfect lure? She drove Us to Her place, or at least I thought it was Her place, until We got inside. She drew Me to Her, She tasted like a mixture of perfume and Vodka as Her lips pressed against Mine. The kiss was heated, intense, filled with dark promises of that which was to soon come.
He came up to Us, pressing his hands against Our bodies. She pulled away smiling at Me. I knew what that smile meant immediately as I have had the same smile play across My lips before I delved into My twisted playtime. I kissed him deeply, holding him tightly to Me. My eyes were open as She stepped behind him, She pressed Her bare breasts against his back. I placed My gloved hand upon the back of his neck, he tried to pull away, but could not. I smiled at Her over his shoulder, he was becoming angry as he knew something was wrong.
She licked her full red lips then bit down onto his neck. He started to swear, pressing against the wall behind Me trying desperately to push Her back so that he could get away. I grabbed his wrists as Her teeth broke the flesh. He screamed, eyes wide, She bit down harder, he started to fall to his knees. She lifted Her eyes to Me and I saw lust, hunger, enjoyment and heaven.
Crimson Part 5
7 months, 29 days, 13 hours and 12 minutes. That’s how long I had been planning for this night. For months I sat silently in the shadows, watching my prey. Months of meticulous prepping and planning for this moment. I had had this poor girl in my dungeon for days. After the initial joy of the hunt faded, I only popped down into the dungeon to make sure she wasn’t dead or dying. The blood from the many slices I had made to her body had long lost its vibrant crimson hue, and was now the depressing brown of congealed blood. She was missing an eye from where I had ripped it out if it’s socket, and a few fingernail had been torn from their beds as well, but other than that I hadn’t really sone much with the little cunt. Occasionally I would go down and carve small patterns on her smooth flesh, but after while she stopped screaming and I would get bored… Don’t get me wrong, she was great while she screamed and begged and pleaded but now she was complacent and quiet. She had accepted her fate. As upsetting as it was, it was time to end it. It was a quick death, a shot of Bleach straight into her heart. She was dead within minutes, and I quickly got to work disposing of her mangled corpse. The time I spent planning this little… excursion… was defiantly worth it.
I’M INto CHoking your life And RaidinG your pEace of mind
Wanna know what gets me wet? Seeing the fingerprint imprints my hands make as I’m squeezing the breath out of your slimy throat. I like watching the abrasive red splotches darken to deep purple bruises as a result of my handiwork. It takes serious skill to stop the convulsing long enough to get a good knee kick into the underside of a fucking guy’s chin. An elbow across the forehead will split apart the skin . . . and as the blood is pouring out of the slash in his head, I’m doing an uppercut with my fist connecting all the pieces. It brings a smile to my face every time I see it. Maybe someday I’ll be a good little girl and pray before dinner, but for now, if you’re gonna fuck with me, be prepared to fear it…
Home Invasion Phone Sex * Brother and Sister
Next to hunting down victims, the best thrill is being a good accomplice. But even better is when my partner in crime plays a victim too. They don’t want to be known as an evil doer, and that gives me so much more room to play. This time it was a very dirty man who wanted to fuck his sister. He had always wanted her, but was so much older than her. It had to look like I was going to force him to fuck her. I waited till the evening and when I saw them inside alone, I entered the house through the back door. I did not even bother to hide who I was, since there would be no witnesses after tonight.
Of course the stupid slut screamed, I was expecting that.. so I sucker punched and knocked her out. Her brother tied her up good and tight and when she awoke I had a gun to his head a knife to her throat and I told her to open wide. Brother marked his territory alright, and she choked it down through tears. I did not even have to say a word, brother told her he was being forced to violate her or I would kill them both. I just laughed. What a lying sack of shit, right?
He had his way with her, fucked every hole while she cried like a dumb bitch. It was fun to watch cause I knew this would not be a happy ending. After I grew tired of her cries and his grunts of carnal lust at the expense of his sister, I shot them both. And since I did not touch a thing. I just wiped my prints off the gun and put it in his hands. Another murder suicide. One of my best staged scenes.
Listen To The Hummmmm
I pull the string and it vibrates in my hands, humming, singing to me, sending waves of adrenalin coursing through my veins. She lays there gagged, wide eyed watching, shaking, defecating all over herself from fear, naked, cold, nipples hard, sweat pouring out of every pore in her body. I stand over her holding it, feeling every nerve ending in my body come alive.The blood will squirt and spatter all over my walls. Hunks of flesh will fly and hit my body hot and sticky. I know what is about to happen. My knees are weak with anticipation. I hold the base of the humming machine against my dlit and enjoy the feel of it, enjoying her terrified sobs. It is time, I grab the gag and rip it from her mouth I want to hear the scream. It won’t last long but I want to hear it non the less. Slowly I lower the whirling blade of my chain saw to her throat a fist full of her dark hair in my hand, I can feel the blade touch her skin and I go as slow as I can. Watching her flesh rip and tear and the blood begin to fly. The scream is deafening, ringing in my ears as I slowly sink the blade into her neck, severing her head from her body. I lift it and delight at the blinking eyes, the muscles still twitching. Throwing it into the commode, eyes wide and staring into space, I reach down and smear her blood all over me, cumming in long hard spasms. Decapitation is so delightful!