Dear Diary, Book 2, Bitter Sweet...

Tuesday, 10th January 2017 - Slayer: Traveling to the Farm

Tuesday, 10th January 2017 - Slayer: Traveling to the Farm

Dear Diary

I wasn't able to wait any longer. My knife had been empty for too long. I had been empty for too long. I needed to kill something, anything!

Luckily, I did have something which would help me fulfil this need, thanks to the information that I had received last week. I was going to that farm. I was going to find that horse.

I gathered as many of the video and sound recording devices that I could fix inside my overlarge back pack, and started walking to the farm.

A few weeks earlier, this would have been an extremely easy journey. However, the temperature had significantly increased. Many people would argue that it was far too hot to make the journey. Normally, I may have been one of this people, but not today. My lust was too great. After only a few minutes, I was covered in sweat. I tried to wipe it off my face, with little success.

After what seemed far too long, I finally reached the farm. I looked upon the entrance. As if he had been waiting for me, the horse that was in the video was just inside the gate, staring at me.

I walked down the fence, trying to find the section which had been damaged. It took only a few minutes to find it. Somebody obviously knew about it, as some chicken wire had been hastily thrown over it.

I thought about using my knife to cut my way through it, but did not. The knife's first cut must be on that horse.

When I was on the same side of the fence as the horse, I saw a large barn some distance away. It would have been easy to walk over there and perform my did inside. However, I did not know if the farmers were here or not. Already I was risking a lot.

Selecting an area of about ten metres, I set up four cameras in a large square. I had a fifth, handheld camera. I was going to hold this at certain points of the operation.

I also removed my shirt. I didn't want to get blood on it, after all.

I led the horse to the middle of my section.

"There there, it's going to be alright" I said, a half smile on my face as I patted the giant creature's mane. With my other hand I removed the blade from it's holster. I took one last sniff of the knife, ready for it to change.

With a single vicious slice, I slit the creature's throat. Immediately, blood rushed out, drenching me in seconds.

The feeling was amazing

Unfortunately, it only lasted for a few seconds. The horse did try to make an escape, much like my first animal. It was too weak to do anything though, and collapsed to the ground with a giant thud. The ground beneath me seemed to shake.

For several moments it's legs shaked wildly in it's death throes. It was very much a beautiful sight.

This majestic sight ended too soon.

While the first part may be over, that only meant stage two was to begin. I readjusted my hold on the knife so that I was holding it in two hands, and thrust down as hard as I could into the horse.

I very slowly skinned the animal as best I could, treasuring the feeling of the knife as it tore of skin and flesh.

When I was done, a large pile of animal skin sat next to the horse.

It's eyes looked incredibly lifeless. It was a look that I could get used to, especially in greater quantity.

The horse bones were something that I had trouble with. I was unable to simply cut them off as I had with the skin. Instead, I did what I could and snapped them off.

It was not a sensation that I thought I would enjoy. However, it was. The snapping of the bones made a very satisfying crack. It also felt very pleasurable. Whenever I found a bone, whether it was in my way or not, I cut through part of the way with my knife and snapped the rest off.

I put the bones into a separate pile to the flesh.

With unrestricted access to the main organs, I removed all of them, placing them all carefully on the floor, making a pile for each of them.

Before I knew it, I was surrounded in piles.

Drawing the knife up to my nostrils, I could a very large breath in.

And I smelled it!

The smell which assaulted my nostrils, the slightly meaty, slightly bloody smell was what I wanted.

The smell of death and dismemberment.

This was the reason I did what I did.

This was why I couldn't get enough of this.