What is it that humans truly fear? Lots of supposedly brilliant people have said that the only true fear is fear itself.... I smirk at that.... they've never met me.... they've never even tasted true fear. Hell, they've never even come close.... hell itself couldn't defeat me in the fear produced in those forced to witness it, hell kills far too quickly...
I like to let them simmer and scream... breathe slowly, or else you'll feel your lungs bleed far too soon.... draw it out, I like you face... twisted like that....
I want to kiss those lips... only to feel your bottom lip between my teeth... your flesh is soft, it's no different then biting through bread, only the taste is orgasmic.... that copper sweet flavor of your blood, along with the natural sweetness of the fat from your skin.... mmmm.... I have to be careful to hold myself back, I'm not done with you yet, and you're crying now... God yes....
The more you cry and whimper like that the more I want to taste you.... you're so good.... clinging to me like the worthless puppet you are... nothing more than another toy for me to torture and use as so.... and the more you feel the better you taste. The more you hurt... the better I feel.
I may release your head at this point, pulling at your bloody hair to expose your neck.... Your neck is already covered.... and I kiss it.... I have to kiss it, taste you all over... your heart is racing, I can feel it against my lips... but your body is going cold....
You're worthless to me.... I have to tear one final time into your human flesh, crushing your windpipe between my teeth; the blood is warm here, only slightly coagulated, and it goes down my throat like thick hot chocolate... but it tastes nothing like chocolate... only insanity tastes like chocolate....
But you're weak... and already your body is limp against me.... the screaming didn't last nearly long enough.... you barely keep me amused.... but that's okay, I expect nothing more from a human....
I let your body drop, doing nothing to clean the blood from my face and lips; I have no desire to, you're still sweet after all.... I watch you fall, your body hitting the cold ground hard and limp.... you look so fragile and dead... it sickens me....
You're nothing like her... that woman I crave so deeply... but she isn't human...
I sigh and take a slight step forward.... I want to hear you scream more, but you can't now.... I can only pleasure myself to the sound that comes next...
The night is silent, the air is cold but it doesn't effect my body at all... I'm already cold.
I can feel your head under my shoe now.... you can't scream, you can't fight... but the sound that comes next is just as delicious, and I rarely hear it... not enough... it can only come once... and only if I can control myself.... you would think this only would convince me to control myself better... but why would I do that... screams arouse me so much more....
I step hard and fast, the sound of your skull crushing pushing a moan from my lips as I dig my finger tips into the palms of my hands.
Not nearly as good as screaming... but close enough to hold me over for tonight....
You feel soft and squishy under my foot... and I have a final last perverse thought....
I wonder if you have any idea what you look like now...
I wonder if you love it as much as I....




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