I strung him up with his own hair
I cut into his flesh with the tiniest knife
Listening to him as he whimpered in pain
I let him down
Then impaled him on the wall
By his eye with a rusty railroad spike
He screamed until his voice went hoarse
And he could no longer stand
I took the most daring chance
He found the will to scream once more
While I gnawed off his hand
The taste of blood was in my mouth
Swimming among my teeth
Pieces of his skin
My delicious treat
I held up his hand for him to see
He flipped me off with the other
While whimpering in agony over the blood pouring from his stump
I laughed and chewed on his hand that I held
Letting him watch as I swallowed the little bits and drank out the blood
He grimaced but couldn't turn away because of the spike
I laughed again and happily continued to savor my treat
Poor friend
Ha
Escaping
You never should have tried
Revenge for me is sweet, but someone has to die
I went up to him with a small sized carving knife
He didn't look too shaken
Until I pulled down his pants
And gazed upon his pride
He twisted and pulled but I didn't care and I grabbed his length firmly
And pulled gently so that he may be a bit happy
He moaned and bucked into my touch so I continued
But just when he was at his peak I let him go
And brandished the carving knife he now thought was only for show
I chewed a bone from his severed hand as I grabbed his length again
He thought I was going to continue and finish what I'd started
Ha, he thought wrong
I took my precious carving knife
Scraping it hard across his length to see the beautiful red blood come
He screamed and pleaded with me not to do anymore
I smiled, getting up to lick away his tears
"So sorry my dear." I say, going down and grabbing his length once more
I start to saw, he starts to kick as I remove him from his lovely dick
Sigh, I grow tired of my game and just rip it the rest of the way off
He screams and screams and screams
I laugh and chew eagerly on my newly gained prize, his newly severed length
No more screams from my little boy
Oh he's fainted, not a bit of fun, oh well
I string him back up with his own hair
Throwing random sharp objects at my cute, bleeding toy
Well, I guess I can end this now
I stand on tiptoe to give him a kiss, then let him down to the floor
Staunching the wounds with a burning hot iron
Goodnight my sweet
I hope you liked my treat
Come back tomorrow
And be glad this was only \a fantasy\
Author notes
Options: Number 6. Torture
Written December 13th, 2005
A contest entry
- give me your favourites (prewrites allowed). by aeolia.
500 points, ended July 29, 2007, 57 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Ensnarement of Sorrow [ a dark poetry contest ] by gasolinequeen.
445 points, ended August 22, 2007, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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disturbing
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This was very interesting...not to mention intense. A lot of imagery...I could very easily picture everything..not that I really wanted to. Thank you so much for sharing and good luck!
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i dought i know you what so ever i was in this contest as well and had to see the first prize winner i think you did one hell of a job i was on the ege of my set griping the desk tight fantacizing im by so i cud imagen this all the way thre i love the tast of nblood and pain so this one was amasing your the most talinted poet ive seen at this kind of work i dont know what els to say to this one
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Haha, no I didn't edit it a bit, it's just the same as always, Maybe it seems better? Haha, thanks for the comment and the points, you rock! Do another contest soon!
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i know ive already commented on this but wow. lol. i realllllly loved it. did you edit it? bc it seems different from when i last read this..
<3shelby -
wow. lol thats all i can say. i seriously grimiced while i read this. it was amazing and beautiful and exactly what i wanted. its the only one i have read out of my contest so far bc usually i wait until the day of to judge it..but i couldnt resist to read just one
. im liking th eway things are lookign for my contest.
<3bleak -
Whoa... this is so sickening, yet very good. The flow was absolutely amazing. I don't think I ever read a poem with such uninterruption. This is really brutal and just wrong, but nonetheless it's a great poem. The ending is definitely a twist. Anyways, great job, good luck, and thank you for entering my contest
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Applause for the winner of macabre and horror.
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right on!! ....god, i fucking loved this. so brutal. so gory. there's horror, tongue in cheek humour.. great flow. didn't feel interrupted once......
thanks for entering and good luck. .....Lionslove -
OMG...........this is the most horrific gruesome story I have ever read and you kept it up from beginning to end, you never faltered once...the flow is damn good but thats not what is important...it's the imagery...the sick, vile imagery you created..it made me go all hot and bothered, goosepimmply, the works...a great write and fits the contest perfectly...but my contest partner needs to comment also yet...we may read differently, but in my book this is good...lots of luck...~Lilac~
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Gold Possible
I fucking lover you! damn good job...very sick...very good..very funny -
Oh oh oh, this was awesome! Sickly and visionary! Nice flow, and full of detail and emotion! Poor bastard ... hehe ... well yeah Im so freakin glad I got to read this, its perfectly gruesome!
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