Blade ...
I liked ...no loved the feeling of the shinny smooth blade slicing trough my flesh as though it was a delicate flower to see the blood slowly fill the wound as my body shivered ...in a way cutting turned me on made me lust for more ,one wasn't enough I needed more and with that addiction I was satisfied with 10 to 15 cuts on my arms an legs and I'n a since I was proud to have these wounds ... But something questions my sanity or if I was sane at all ...?
