Since when do men scream so loud and SO high? I thought only women shreiked in that high of an octave, but that proved false. My appetite has drifted towards men since I have plenty of recent experiene with women. His blood seems to pool out slower than any woman's, but also in greater quantity. Though, not as bright. It's a rose red. Not flourescent. It's not that lovely flourescent red. Don't tell me that I wasted my time. Part the abdomen slowly, careful not to puncture anything that we may need. The metal shackles sound like Christmas bells, as he tries to break free from the chains. Listen and hear him groan in agony. At that moment, it became worth while. His insides are hot to the touch. I see his food moving though his digestion ever so slowly. Should I investigate what he ate few hours prior? No. It would ruin him. But. The food. It's going slower. And, slower. He must be losing his breath. After all, his blood that should be inside of him, is now staining his dark-wash jeans. Now, he can be added to The Bank's collection.
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Slowly Cultivated Killer
HorrorThe Bank. It's Life. Only because you're gone. I miss your -/b/l/o/n/d/e/-red hair ~ I love you. Forgive me. I'll send you gifts anytime I can
