My Stories

What I like...

You always did say you enjoyed a lot of things. You enjoyed the smell of spring. The flowers blooming in the yard. The laughter of the children outside. Cooking the meals for me and tending to the house while I was away. You always were quite the busy beaver, and it shows. Your muscles were quite tough to cut into. I always liked that about you. Now that I'm thinking about it, there was a lot that I liked about you.
Your teeth always shone brightly in your smile. The screams that escaped through them, as I pulled them out, certainly made them even more enjoyable.
Your eyes were always things I could get lost in. Now, here I am, trying not to lose them after plucking them from your skull.
You always did know exactly what to say. Your tongue spoke the most elegant words and it's now elegantly being displayed on one of my shelves. The others there certainly do not compair to your's.
Your skin was always so smooth yet so fragile. This became apparent to me the first night you and I shared each other's embrace. I see the marks are still on your neck. You were always quite the squirmer.
You still have these charms about you, you know? You were always so determined. The problem being so am I.
I hear you in my basement, still trying to scream and claw your way out. You always did know exactly what I liked whether you realized it or not. Your desperation and dedication to me is exactly what I like...