Let's get a little creative.
(A blade, master?)
No,
(Glass? )
No, nothing is perfect enough.
(Silence.)
Ah, what do we have here?
(Will it work, master?)
I don't know, we'll have to see, won't we?
(Silence.)
Scalpel?
(Yes, master.)
A deep gash, right through the forearm,
I see the veins, they're pulsing for me.
(Yes, master, I see them!)
Silence, slave!
-The arm? That's all you've got?!-
Shut up! I'm working on it.
-Continue.-
They're slowing, the pulsating is dying.
Pressure, slave, more pressure.
We can't have our lovely guest fading on us, can we?
(No, master, of course not.)
Ah, the hip bones, how lovely.
We shall start there.
Let's cut down to the marrow,
I'd like to see your marrow mix with a little liquor.
Tell me if it hurts, my darling guest.
...Help me...
(Help? She says help, master!)
Are we not doing our best to help you?
...Silent scream...
I'll take that as a no.
File?
(Yes, master.)
The grinding of your bones is the sweetest sound.
A little more?
-NO. That's juvenile. This is all you've got?! Why did I trust you with this?-
Nevermind. Forget me then, you take over.
-Ah, and I will. And I'll stop the small talk bullshit.-
-This is about the sweetness of death, not about getting to know our victim!-
See what he's doing now, my slave?
(Yes, master.)
He's skinning her. She doesn't need her skin anyway.
(Ah, yes.)
And her heart,
(It smells so delicious, master.)
Silence. Her heart beats so delicately. You see it?
(Yes, master.)
Be-beat, be-beat, be-beat, so slowly...
She is fading out, her heart failing,
Her lungs, you see those between the ribs?
(Yes, master.)
They pump with such effort!
She will die soon.
-Say goodbye, miss.-
Ah, slave, say goodbye to our guest.
Thank you for coming!
-You see what can be done with a little concentration?-
-Oh, sweet lapse of life, the aroma and atmosphere of your being,-
We bask in your aftermath.
(Yes, yes, master!)
Silence!
-Throw this one in the freezer. She will make a lovely dinner.-
-Get the next one. I wish to try bleeding her out. Come, come, now!-
Yes, master.
(Yes, master.)
(A blade, master?)
No,
(Glass? )
No, nothing is perfect enough.
(Silence.)
Ah, what do we have here?
(Will it work, master?)
I don't know, we'll have to see, won't we?
(Silence.)
Scalpel?
(Yes, master.)
A deep gash, right through the forearm,
I see the veins, they're pulsing for me.
(Yes, master, I see them!)
Silence, slave!
-The arm? That's all you've got?!-
Shut up! I'm working on it.
-Continue.-
They're slowing, the pulsating is dying.
Pressure, slave, more pressure.
We can't have our lovely guest fading on us, can we?
(No, master, of course not.)
Ah, the hip bones, how lovely.
We shall start there.
Let's cut down to the marrow,
I'd like to see your marrow mix with a little liquor.
Tell me if it hurts, my darling guest.
...Help me...
(Help? She says help, master!)
Are we not doing our best to help you?
...Silent scream...
I'll take that as a no.
File?
(Yes, master.)
The grinding of your bones is the sweetest sound.
A little more?
-NO. That's juvenile. This is all you've got?! Why did I trust you with this?-
Nevermind. Forget me then, you take over.
-Ah, and I will. And I'll stop the small talk bullshit.-
-This is about the sweetness of death, not about getting to know our victim!-
See what he's doing now, my slave?
(Yes, master.)
He's skinning her. She doesn't need her skin anyway.
(Ah, yes.)
And her heart,
(It smells so delicious, master.)
Silence. Her heart beats so delicately. You see it?
(Yes, master.)
Be-beat, be-beat, be-beat, so slowly...
She is fading out, her heart failing,
Her lungs, you see those between the ribs?
(Yes, master.)
They pump with such effort!
She will die soon.
-Say goodbye, miss.-
Ah, slave, say goodbye to our guest.
Thank you for coming!
-You see what can be done with a little concentration?-
-Oh, sweet lapse of life, the aroma and atmosphere of your being,-
We bask in your aftermath.
(Yes, yes, master!)
Silence!
-Throw this one in the freezer. She will make a lovely dinner.-
-Get the next one. I wish to try bleeding her out. Come, come, now!-
Yes, master.
(Yes, master.)
Author notes
1, 2, 4, 6, 7
A little of each.
Oh, and in case it's too confusing.
-This represents the killer's most psychotic part, the dominative part.-
Normal typing is his main personality, slightly less psychotic.
(His lower voice, just used as a slave, represents him giving in to his other parts.)
...the victim...
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It's precious. In a delicate, sadistic matter. I love it.
I think I'm going to turn back to a few sadistic writings lol. I like how, in a way, they play with her, as if she's just a doll that they're learning to operate on. Cute in a childish, sick way. -
lol i love it


