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stressed I just don't like this crap. I read and get angry, next time I see the little darling if I don't kill myself before hand, I am going to strangle him. I am going to have my soft and lovely hands embrace the durable muscles of his neck and squeeze my hardest. Have a death grip and hold on stare into his eyes and enjoy every minute of it. I want to see his flesh turn pale and tremble. I want to take pleasure in seeing his eyes glitter in pain and fear as he tries to push me off.
No matter what he thinks if I am not as strong as I wish, my hands are not going to let go nomatter what. I will push my stiff thumbs into his neck as I choke him and watch him pitifully try and gasp for air. I will let my nails embed themselves into his skin and when his fingers try and wrap themselves on my wrists in a futile attempt to pull me off I will just squeeze tighter and tighter till his hands drop trying to come up again my power forces them down.
I want to see his skin discolor and his lips quiver. I want to torture him and look so sweet and lovely as a maiden with a caring intent, only to let him see a shot of malice as I hear my knuckles crack and I feel the muscles protecting his life surrender to me. Surrender to me and be truly vulnerable, and know that your life rest solely in <i>my</i> hands. You life will be decided by me, I can stay like a leech and take the life out of you, or execute my actions and let you live only to live in wonder if I will ever do it again. Small life, tainted soul of boredom and a wandering self, will be mine, a hurt person with no more remorse or care of actions. Beautiful no?
Then, just as I see the life in your eyes flicker like a candel next to a cracked window during a storm, I push more into your neck, feeling your muscles seperate to the whim of my appendages, before I let go, let you fall to catch your life again. I hope that you learned a lesson in pain. I can and will cause you pain without fear or feeling.
 Momosai · Sat Jan 01, 2005 @ 07:11am · 3 Comments |
