Lovely Screams.

This world is vial, and I’m no exception. Ever since I was young, even before I was completely aware of what I was thinking, I had many macabre fantasies that would have me nailed to a cross. Hehe. Oh. But they were wonderful. Disheveled blood slicken hair covering a pretty little mouths that uttered beautiful torturous shill screams. Mmmm. Tasty. However, I never took action of this little dream of mine. I would always just suffer watching corny snuff videos and masturbating to pictures of dead carcasses that I gave beautiful stories to. Bullshitting my job, instead, I watched my coworkers and thought about what I could do to such venerable bodies. These don’t provide release forever though. As I grew older, so did my inept efforts to satisfy my hunger. I needed something more, and soon. So I decided I would try something new, something a little more… extreme.

Like everyone’s first, it was slightly messy and disorganized- but unforgettable. I bought a pathetic piece of crap to drive around on this little vacation. It was a light tint of blue, with some of it’s undercoat showing in places where it was tapped. I informed my work that I was going to take a week of my vacation time. I still had another week to spare if this turned out the way I planned. Goodie. So I packed a few articles of clothing, and hidden in the dark cavity of my trunk were numerous amounts of tools that I would need, and a few I wouldn’t, but just incase why not bring them. My target was yet unmarked. However, once I reached a reasonable destination, in the middle of nowhere Kansas. It didn’t take long to find one.

She was a pretty little thing and my mind flooded with depraved solutions to fix her into being even more beautiful. I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself so I drove through the town taking note of the house she walked into and keep going. Outside of the town I stopped, grabbed enough food to last two days and some gas. I of course paid in cash. I admit, I was very naïve in the more proper methods of murder and stalking, but I would soon learn to get the hang of it. But right then, I had no idea if anything I was doing would benefit me at all. I was soon to find out.

At around two in the morning I drove through again, but this time I actually stopped. Near a disserted little area I got out of my car and pursued getting ready. I had put on dark ductile jeans that would allow me to move rashly if needed. The same goes for the long sleeved black shirt I had put on. I dismissed the idea of wearing a mask though. That would’ve been much more suspicious to see then someone just walking down the street at a questionable hour during the night then just some random person. I grabbed a small bag in which I placed a bottle of chloroform. And if you’re wondering where I got the chloroform from, well lets just say I knew this guy who owed me a favor. I also placed in a wrench, rope, handcuffs, lock picks, an extremely nice knife, and some duct-tape.

When I thought I was efficiently ready I got back into my car and drove up behind the house I suspected she lived in. My heart pounded, I was getting such a thrill out of it. I grabbed the bag and a flashlight as I walked towards her house. There was a small fence that separated her back yard from the alley in which I stood, and there weren’t any signs of a dog. Perfect. So I quietly walked through the yard and strait to the rear door. It was unlocked. You’ve got to love the trust these people put into their meager community. I inwardly laughed. Wonderful. A rather large grin had crushed my face. I looked inside with my flash light, making a second check for a dog. With the go ahead, I walked right in and strait up the stairs.

All the doors to the bedrooms were open and swamped with darkness. It was a wonderful sight when I finally came to hers. I could’ve danced. Most of the objects in her room blended together. I closed the door while I looked at her. With the click of the door I bent down and retrieved the chloroform and a folder piece of cloth. I would’ve been perfectly happy just hitting her over the head with my wrench, but I thought it would’ve been slightly rude and I didn’t want to fuck up her pretty little head yet. So I pulled off the blankets of her bed. She didn’t even stir. I soaked in her form. She looked about 19. Her dark brown hair was draped over her pillow and sticking slightly to her face. She was lying slightly twisted on her back. She wore boxer shorts and one of those small shirts with string straps. I have no idea what they’re fucking called.

I took my finger and pushed off the hair of her face. I then placed my hand with the chloroform over her mouth, at the same time I grabbed one of her wrists and straddled her body. Her eyes snapped open, but as quickly as she had awoken she was out cold. I went back to my bag and with a little digging found my knife. I couldn’t resist.

I leered over her body for what seemed like hours. It was only about twenty minutes now that I look at it though. I took the knife from it’s cover and dragged it over her arm. The feeling was wonderful. A very lean streak of blood protruded from her skin, not enough to drip. I dragged it from her shoulder and down until I neared her elbow. I pushed deeper then stopped. It started to threaten to spill over her arm. I leaned down and licked all the way up the slice. Savoring the taste of such pure blood I glared at my knife, then wiped it off on her shirt. Her skin looked so beautiful like that. I was going to truly enjoy this more then I could’ve possibly imagined.

Then I heard someone in the hall. I stopped admiring my work and snapped my head to the door. I grabbed the wrench from my bag as I heard a toilet flushing. Slidding my bad into the shadows, I too concealed myself with it slightly behind the door. I saw the door knob move and definitely going to love hitting the fucker over the head with my wrench. The door only creaked open slightly as the person peered through at my girl on the bed. Then, leaving the door open, I heard them leave for their room. I was mostly appalled by their complete lack of respect and shear belligerence of not closing the door and spying on Her. I wanted to cut out their eyes though. Fuckers.

I watched her again for an hour. Just standing in the darkness. After a while I had decided to walked over to her and picked up her limp physique and tossed her over my shoulder. But, not before making her breath in a little more chloroform. I couldn’t have her wake up on me.

I walked over to the door on my shoulder and set my bag down. I opened the door quietly, my leather cover hand making a nice picture as I grabbed it. With that, I casually walked through her house, out the yard, to the car. I tossed her in the back. I walked around to the trunk and pulled out some wonderful barbed wire. I groped and massaged her ankles then pulled a nice amount of barb off it’s coil and cut it. Then I tightly wrapped it around her ankle. The blood oozed from the holes and rips the wire place in her skin. It ran like little rivers down to her feet as I pulled up her knees. Then I closed the door lightly, I didn’t want to wake anyone, people work and needed their sleep. I walked around the other side and got in. I cut off another piece to fit her wrists and I wrapped them together and to the door knob. Oh what a pretty sight that was.

I pulled off my gloves and ran my nails across her stomach. Skin and a slight amount of blood was under them. I sucked it out from each nail. Then ran my index finger across the cuts in a perpendicular direction connecting them all. With blood on my finger, I raised it to my lips and smudged it on them like lip stick. Mmmm. Then I looked back at her for a few minutes. Placed some duct-tape over her mouth and pulled her shirt down further, I didn’t want her to look too indecent, since she was already in her sleeping clothes. With that finished, I pulled away liking my lips and heading for an exclusive little place just outside of Kansas.