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Killer (M:C)

Killer (M:C)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Nov 3, 2014
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I would love to sit every single person who has hurt me in a room in a circle. I’d have their wrists and ankles bound. I’d give them a small amount of room so they can squirm about a little. That makes it more interesting in a way. I wouldn’t use a gun. I’d use a knife. I’d use it because I could feel more and get more pleasure out of it. I’d stab their body until their squirming and screaming got on my nerves then I’d just drive it through their head a few times. After they’ve shut up, I’d go back to their body and I wouldn’t stop until they had a wound for every word they’ve spoken in their miserable life. I wouldn’t stop until they had a wound for every tear they made run down my face. After I’m satisfied with that person, I’d move to the next until everyone was gone. I can’t imagine the feeling of seeing their blood spilt by my hand. The fluid that kept them alive is on the floor worthless because of me. What an amazing feeling that would be.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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