A little about me... My "fetishes" if you will, most find morally repugnant. I find gore to be completely sexy in all it's forms. I do not condone rape, incest, murder, or other such criminal actives, nor do I partake of them.
That however does not mean I do not fantasize about them, or get off when watching any Rob Zombie flick. I'm just twisted like that. Some call me an extreme masochist/and or/sadist, depending on my mood.
If you find yourself to be easily offended by the Macabre and grotesque, this is really not the story for you. But as an intelligent, (albeit in possession of a horrid concept of grammar) Pagan, goth-freak-nerd-what ever other label you will give me, and above all Artist, I feel confident in my First Amendment Right to FREE SPEECH. However, I am also understanding toward the sensitiveness of others, so, therefore I give you this one chance to discontinue reading now. I will not be offended, in fact I won't even know. And you won't feel the need to tell me just how screwed up I am. It's a win, win. But should you decide to forgo the warning that was just presented, you read on at your own risk.
And p.s. Deal with little misspellings and grammar that might be less than desirable. Thanks. And enjoy.
Macabely, Yours.
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"She's a thriller.
She's a killer.
Spookshow baby!"
-Rob Zombie; Spookshow Baby.
"Please... Stop..." She pleaded with me as I selected a different knife from the table.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" She strained.
Truth be told, there was no real reason 'why'. Up until a few hours ago I had never seen this woman before in my life, and she has said or done nothing to warrant such brutality on my part. In fact, I was getting nothing from this. Aside from another dead body to hide. So then why? Who'd do this to a person they had never met; and without provocation on some level?...
"There is no good reason." I replied coldly as I stared her right in the eye and that look of sheer abandonment and terror crept across her face was enough to convince me that she had lost her faith in God. And that realization was enough to render her useless to me. So, with a sigh I plunged the knife into her heart, watched her body twitch and jerk while the blood pumped rhythmically out. She had angered me. She could have lived for days, weeks longer had she not angered me.
Why did that cunt have to anger me?! Now I would have to get another. Not that I minded the hunt, but she reminded me how I longed to be normal again. She had made me think about him. About Jack.
"There is no God up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight...
A thousand lips a thousand tongues
A thousand throats a thousand lungs
A thousand ways to make it true
I want to do terrible things to you"
-NIN; Suck
"What are you doing tonight?"
"I don't know, I'll probably sit at home and read."
"Oh-WOW! Aren't we the wild one tonight?"
"You know me, wild and crazy!"
"Well Beth and I will be at the club. If you're not too exhausted from all that reading." She chuckled and grabbed her keys and purse.
"Alright see you later." I said as I picked up my book.
Liz, Beth, and I shared an old Victorian house that had been converted for the use of college students. But we hardly ever saw each other. I guess you could call them party girls. Now don't get me wrong, they were good girls and all, but they liked to party. I wasn't into that as much. I did go to a few parties, but I didn't drink, nor stay as late as they did. I was more into getting good grades and such.
An hour or so passed and I decided I would go walk down to the Jack in the Box to get something to eat. We lived in a pretty safe area all things considered. What with campus security and a police station about a block and a half away, I often would walk around unaccompanied late at night. It had gotten to the point where I didn't even carry my mace around with me any more.
It was still relatively warm for being a mid Autumn night in the Rockies. So I was in sandals, a tank top, and low rider jeans. My long auburn hair was pulled back into a lose pony tail, which highlighted my heart shaped face, my thick red lips, and smoky green eyes.
When I got there I noticed that the guy behind the counter was cute and tried to flirt with me. Being fairly shy, I must have turned bright red when he asked me for my number. I smiled, said maybe another time and waited for my food.
Not that I'm particularly religious, but at 21 I was still a virgin. I stood firm in the fact that I was just holding out for the right time, the right person. I paid for my food, and headed home. It wasn't too long after I had walked out of the Jack in the Box that I got that unnerving feeling that I was being watched, followed. I quickened my pace and started to head to a well lit, and crowed place. The club.
The bouncer gave me the typical once over and let me walk past. I saw Liz on the dance floor between two guys, while Beth was sitting in a booth with some guys tongue in her mouth and a hand on her breast. As I walked past Liz I waved and made my way to sit by Beth. I sat there for several minutes before they noticed me, but I didn't mind. At least I didn't feel like someone was watching me any more. Liz and her two friends eventually joined us and introductions were made. There was Tyler, (he was the one giving Beth the breast exam) and then Christian and Mark.
Christian bought us all drinks, a coke for me, and a shot of Jack for everyone else. We all talked, drank, and danced. It eventually got late, and we all made our ways into the night. Beth went home with Tyler, and Liz with Mark.
"Would you mind walking me home?" I asked Christian. He was tall with sand colored hair and brown eyes. He had a well toned body, the type you'd expect to see on an athlete. But he had very soft hands.
"Sure."
