Snuff

This stuff is demented so please do not read this if you dont like reading about people being tortured and raped and or violated in some way, shape or form

Knocking on Heavens Door:
The Drill whirrled next to her ear. She was 17, an easy find. He picked her up on her way home from school.
She was beautiful, and pale against the cold operating table. They were in the basement of his house, away from prying eyes and neighbors.
She was crying now, softly, almost inaudible over the drill.
He rammed the drill into her shoulder and she screamed, full throated and ragged.The blood flowed in a river out of the wound. He placed his fingers inside and smeared her chest with blood. He ran his tongue across her breast, and he swore he heard a moan.
Against her will she had to like him touching her. On some level he thought she even liked the pain.
He grabbed a razorblade from the nearby table. He crawled on top of her, naked now. He ground his hips into her and placed thhe razorblade at the hollow of her throat.
She sobbed a little louder. He reveled in it...her misery...her shame.He spread her legs apart...it was amazing when she fought him. It made him want to hurt her more. She would like it wether she wanted to or not. He rammed himself into her and felt the subtle tear of flesh...she was a virgin. That made it even sweeter.
He started laughing like someone had told a particularly funny joke. He reached his fingers inside of her and pulled them out. There was blood and other juices on them.
She was screaming now. He punchhed her once, then twice, then once again until she was unconscious.
When he was sure she was out he lifted her off the table and carried her to the wall where the chains waited.
Once she was chained up he grabbed the scalpel... She was doomed.
He placed the scalpel expertly between her collar bones and cut her open from collar bone to pubic bone.
If he had cut a little farther to either side he could see her ribs.
He reachhed his hands inside and touched her intestines. He licked his hands and smiled. " You're so perfect." He crooned." you're so special..you're mine."
He watched the blood flow down her thighs and was in love. She bled so perfectly, so lovely.
He grabbed his cat-o-nine tails and giggled a little inside. It was like christmas morning.
He whipped her once with skill, then again.She had seventeen slices on her chest and thighs. For all seventeen years of her sad little life.
Then something switched. Like some button was pressed he wasnt him anymore. If you were looking in his eyes you could have seen it. It was like the humanity was filling him again. Hhe started to cry. He dropped the whip.
"w-what have I done!" He was sobbing now. He fell to the floor.
He grabbed the scalpel and slit his wrists, He watched the blood flow for a moment. Then with the strenght he had left he got up. He undid her chains and she crumpled to the floor.
He laid with her for a while...singing her a lullaby...he held her left hand in his two bloody ones....and he faded away...He died holding his victim.