They Think They Know Who I Am

The Predator Part III

I don't know what I want out of life. I tell myself it won't get better and I'm always right

Feels like it is

I find a way to fix it

To unwind it again

Makes me wonder

I have to clean the mess I've left behind

Fortunately there isn't much blood left behind

Trails of blood leading to me

The campfire lights this miserable cave

My miserable shadow stands taller than my will

Brighter than my forthcoming miserable days ahead

Curled up in a ball, building upon my regret

Try to kill it but keeps coming back for more

A feeling I can't satisfy

As the hunger takes hold and the guilt creeps in

Anger festers through

Clouds my mind with perverted thoughts

Her skin soft as rain

From my scarred arm

I hold her close

To my wounds

Before I have her bound

Her cries ignored

As I find myself in joy

Tears turn to mist

Cries to silent wisps

I hurt again and I do not regret

I don't like poetry. Dumb and all touchy. Makes love seem ideal. Real. I know none of it is true. I want to keep saying I love, well, all those girls. All five. As I write this, I'm realizing all of that love was in vain. Fecking boot lickers. I feel stupid every time I realize GG Allin was the most sane person ever. He lived more than any of us in just 36 years. From his cultist dad believing he was Jesus Christ reincarnated to shitting on stage, he had the greatest life anyone could ask for. He didn't care about anything, not his life, not his band mates, not his fans, not his image. He believed as he put it, "Die When You Die ." Die when you die when you die you're gonna die. Hated everything and everyone especially himself. He was bisexual and homophobic at once; racist and progressive; caring and a "scumfuc" always liked how he used that word. Never care, kids. Gives you one hell of an advantage in life and make it short but lively. Enjoy every sick wish you have and feel no remorse cause you'll be dead why should you care? What am I even saying? I'm being a dumbass. All pretentious and self-righteous. I still agree with all I said two seconds ago. Now where the hell was I? Yeah I kinda fucked up. Acted on impulse but it went unexpectedly fine. Head on the floor drowning in a pool of her own blood. Paige looked so much better and I made her know that. Pulled her by her mousy hair to admire her face splattered with red, not nearly enough. Slammed her face down and held it in place as I interrogated her. I asked what the hell she wanted, why was she acting like she loved me despite calling me too young earlier. No great answer on her what she wanted. Said she wanted me, liked me. As for the next question, she changed her mind. I thought it was too simple, unrealistic. I mean, you don't just change your morals and decide, "hey I'm gonna fuck a minor I just rejected and help him hide, dispose a body, and kill another." Why the hell did she want to help me? In her words, " You're insane, you need me, I need you, I don't want to waste my life." Pretty dumb excuse if you ask me now but I believed her anyway. She had no reason to other than some self-righteous morality thinking I need a shrink. Thought she could be my therapist while I just provide her with cheap thrills. Well, it fucking worked. I fell for her stupid fetish. I gave her my hand and picked her up. I then waltzed over to the nearest medkit to patch her head. Her face I wasn't able to salvage, not that there was much damage anyway. Few bruises I had to clean and her head I wrapped; looks cute. I gazed into her hazelly eyes for a moment, bruises and scrapes. Fucking hot. I kissed her thereafter. She reached for my dick and this time I didn't stop her. I didn't run from her no matter how aggressive she became and I did begin to enjoy it after a while. Her hands felt amazing, they weren't soft but not completely hard either. She had minor callouses which scratched at my dick and somehow that felt really good. She massaged my balls and stroked my dick gently, all of it felt surreal as by no means should any of this be happening, she's insane I tell ya'! Still, I could still use that, worked already. She pushed me onto bed with passion behind her crazy eyes. She kissed my lips allowing me to taste her strawberry lip gloss, oddly tasty but that's just the hunger talking. I felt I had to reciprocate so I caressed her mousy hair and play around with all the curls before sliding down to her pants. Her ass felt phenomenal. Great all 'round, small but fat which spread past her sides like a sort of balloon. I wanted to feel her skin so I undo her pants but as I unzip her jeans she stops me. I feel my blood pressure rising as she says no which does not bode well. However, she pulls her shirt up herself. He tits drop as her shirt goes above her head. Her bra was a light pink like that of a rose petal I guess. Lace at the edges but solid foam and whatever else bra's are made of. Didn't matter because next thing I know she's taking her bra off. I hear the snap of her bra undoing and slowly she begins to lower it while making eye contact. She drops her bra at the final bit to reveal her boobs in all their fleshy glory, still not a fan. Paige has a great pair, pretty large and voluptuous, nipples a darkened pink and pretty erect, and above all soft. I cared more about her ass anyway. I held it with a tight grips as she arched her back and moaned which I found cute. I dug my hands underneath her tight scrubs, they were definitely not her size, so much smaller, too tight around her big ass. I rubbed my fingers around her moist vagina. I could feel the wetness through her pants, it only drove my libido into a carnival of excess. My raging erection ached against her thighs; trapped between her fat legs with her damped pussy overhead. She could feel it harden between her legs I'm sure. She then caressed my neck and stopped kissing me, I felt pissed and like I had wasted my time but I shouldn't have, she got off to remove her pants. I overreacted for no reason, fortunately I didn't say anything or show what I felt, few seconds more and I may have lashed out. Not sure what to make of it, I blame her for not warning me. Either way, she looked me in the eyes and a genuine smile came across her face. Her murmured giggles like that of a lover before her love. She leaned towards me as she slowly lower her scrubs. Her face turned to that of hesitation the further she went and slowed before halting; pants halfway down her thighs, still leaning. I felt the hate rise up in me and foresaw a gruesome fascination of abnormal retribution I could've forced her to endure. Saw myself choking her neck and beating her head over with my fist whilst screaming bloody gore. Somehow, I restrained myself if you can believe that. I stood up with my raging boner flopping around everywhere and rushed Paige. She moaned in pain maybe pleasure, I do not know. I ripped open her pants from the front revealing her moist white panties, now see through from all her cunt juices. She constantly yelled for me to stop, initially, she stopped when I lodged shreds of her scrubs down her mouth and pinned her down. I didn't want to let go of her wrists fearing she'd punch me and run, so, I punched her first. I didn't exactly enjoy it but I knew she needed an example to prevent any outbursts. Felt like a dick move but something told me she was enjoying it. I guess her attitude towards me had me test her limits. My idea was to see how far her devotion would go. If she stopped me, she isn't loyal. If she doesn't she likes me for the rotten madman I am. I smiled at her, my eyes diluting, kissed her neck, hammered my cock inside her pussy. She let out a long, muffled moan. I'd ripped through her panties and kept thrusting through her warm walls several times. She kept moaning at a low volume with each thrust and as much as I enjoyed it, I found no reason to rape her. I stopped, stood above her and apologized. I handed her her shirt but between muffled breaths, she spit her gag out and uttered, "no." It was strange but I was intrigued. I leaned over and reminded her of what I did and everything I was to do to her. I planned to fuck her until her body felt numb and her eyes could no longer spew tears. I wanted her mind to feel solitude, lonely, and forlorn. I described how I want to tie a noose around her neck and suspend her body as I ravaged her ass and pussy. How I would cut her skin and force her to lick it up or I'd pull a tooth out so she'd taste her blood regardless. I then inched closer and kissed her forehead, no resistance. No fear in her eyes. Lust. Her head began to tilt and her mouth watered. It seems my test worked, no matter how horrible I am she'll follow me to the frontline of war through the smell of napalm and machine-gun fire in the morning. I liked her. With that out of the way, I had not a doubt in me that she'd betray me so I rewarded her loyalty. Thought it'd be appropriate to give her what she wanted. We kissed for a while, mouth drooling everywhere, gross. Didn't matter what I thought, I needed to release tension. Both from not finishing earlier and in the metaphorical sense. It was hard to enjoy her lips around my cock and the sounds of her brutally gagging on my dick. Kept thinking of what was going on outside, Glassy, the girls, Jackie. Felt bashing their heads in with a tire iron was priority number one. Again, I let myself be fooled by lust and stupid happiness. Not sure why I keep thinking any of this will make me happy, it won't. I came as I was finishing my thoughts. Paige looked me in the eyes, mouth wide open dripping my seed. I helped her up and tossed her onto the bed. I jumped after her, I hugged her from behind not wanting to let go for any reason, I'm not sure what came over me but I suddenly felt emotional to the point of tears. I didn't let Paige see me that way which is why I choked her from behind hoping she'd think I was just being sexual. I kept remembering Jackie and what she may be doing now, thought of her more than all the other malchinks. I thought about running after her, follow her trail, hug her, and apologize before slicing her throat, I don't want her to live with the shame but what do I know. She might've liked it she may have not. I knew Paige was enjoying it but I still felt weird about whatever fucked up relationship we have. I stopped doing anything altogether, guess I froze in thought, quietly panicked or such. Paige took the lead thereafter and even though I didn't really want to carry on, I didn't stop her. I wouldn't say it was karma for Jackie as this was far better, it was just strange and my mind was comfortably numb at that point. Paige didn't say a word as she jumped on my dick and rode me. I didn't care at all, felt like a basket case. Unable to move or enjoy anything anymore. Life's a bore I just want to be done with it. She kept riding me and I looked blankly away but could hear her moans. She turned my head towards hers with her hands aggressively. Stared her crazy eyes into mine before kissing me. Bit of a surprise but it didn't matter. She must've noticed I was annoyed because she got off me and asked me to bend her ass over and breed her. I was just so tired by that point I looked at her with contempt but also I thought "whatever" I just wanted to get it all over with. I grabbed her curvy hips and slipped in my dick, she moaned cutely, and I grew bored. After minutes of boring sex, I got a bright idea, I'm going to give her what she wants. I pulled her hair back and switched holes; now I was pounding her asshole. I took control because I didn't want to let myself be dominated by her. Don't like taking orders. I ran my fingers down her back and rubbed her clit with my others. Her moans were cute yet annoying, I really wasn't in the mood to hear anything so I switched holes again and flipped her on her back. Her eyes wide and surprised. I kissed her and choked her before shoving my dick inside her pink pussy. It was wetter and tighter, somehow. I kept violently thrusting before shooting out a heavy load of cum inside her. She didn't move or say a word after that. She twitched a few times before I pulled out and saw all the cum inside her flood out. I climbed atop her and made the bitch lick every inch off. She did so with a smile, cheeks flushed, eyes in tears. It made me think she was gorgeous for a second. Then I really wished I had beaten her. After a minute or so of having my dick sucked, I got up and dressed. Paige was hasty and tried to convince me to stay. I told her we couldn't because I still had to dispose of Glassy. Then I threatened her with the fact that I'd spend years in prison if she didn't help me. I was frustrated yet remained calm, except for a couple of snags where I let my emotions overcome me and raise my voice. I waltzed out looking both ways, gun tucked in my jacket. I walked to where we left Glassy. I pulled the drape to see that fucker and he wasn't fucking there. I still remember that shit show. I run past Paige and race towards the nearby receptionist and barked at her to tell me where the fuck he was. She was confused and I washed out. I jumped over the counter and slapped her. I then held her by the neck and slammed her against the wall asking again where the fuck Glassy went, I even described him, this time calmly. Between muffled words and stuttering, she said he ran past here asking what had happened. She told Glassy that we wheeled him in and how he was awaiting a nurse to see him. So he ran and she hadn't seen him since. That was an hour ago. I dropped her sexy ass and turned left down the hall, nowhere else to go anyway. I was ready to pull my gun out at the next turn and shoot any fucker in my way. Luckily, I opted out when I read the door, Sid Blackened. This was far more fun. 

I smirked and slowly creaked the door open. I guess I missed the other names because they were all there lined in their beds, Toni, Juney~, and Sid. I would've expected some level of security but there was none. I approached Toni when I felt a hand yank my collar. I fell to the floor and then I felt him flip me over. I knew it was Glassy. His monotone voice ruptured through the silence of the ward. My head facing the cold linoleum floor. Glassy whispered, "I should kill you right now, but I'm the bigger man here. You have no idea how much suffering you've caused everyone in this room. You're under arrest for kidnapping, murder, and assault and whatever else I can pin on you." He reached for his hand cuffs and I panicked. In that timeframe I kicked my foot back trying to do anything just to get away. I managed to make his hands tremble and drop the cuffs. He pinned me again by the neck while he tried to grab them but I managed to kick them away. He started grunting

Sorry kev, have not touched this in years, circa 2021