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[sid] => 30947
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2
[time] => 2004-01-07 00:33:35
[hometext] => a review of part 1, from the victim's point of view. not as good as part 1, but it has it's purpose.
[bodytext] => so strange i...i can't remember he was there at the bar so many drinks everything was spinning my head was heavy yet floating then heavy breathing i couldn't move felt like i was gonna be sick so close to waking but i couldn't and now everytime i open my eyes he's there sitting by the bed leering at me now and then he'll ask if i need anything but mostly he's silent except when he giggles sometimes i close my eyes just so i don't have to see him stare he must think i'm asleep after awhile because he starts to touch me never harshly or painfully just gentle caresses that almost feel....good? i was almost into the whole setup until i saw the camera it's ever-present, mechanical hum the probing, unblinking eye of the lens the way he won't turn it off when i have to use the bedpan how long have i been here? how much longer will this last? i can't take this much longer i've gotta figure out a way to... maybe i can swallow my own tongue or maybe i can choke on the food or maybe it won't work and i'll be here tied to this ****ing bed forever his eyes aren't quite as fixed on me as usual almost as if he's lost interest almost as if he... were made of blue ........ made of blue? the food tasted so batter tonight no no, not batter bitter he...he most of slipped me some tongue.... no no NO he must have slipped me some... some some pills oh god oh god oh g..... warm air rushing onto my breasts my bare breasts? my mouth is so dry it's like.... wait, why am i sitting up? where am i? still can't open my eyes barely able to stay conscious i hear the ding of an open car door then it slams shut blowing in an icy blast of wind then just the hum of the heater my door opens and the cold is more real the wind whips across my naked form chilling me my eyes finally open a small clearing in heavy woods headlights bathing the clearing with an artificial glow he pulls me gently from the car i huddle instinctively to his chest so cold carrying me to the middle of the clearing the pills still too heavy in my head can't understand why we're here? he places me on the ground my breath catches as the ice and snow bites into my legs trying to stand but still too hazy barely notice as he locks a chain around my ankle he carries off the other end but i'm too busy trying to stand to care finally able to awkwardly rise he smiles, and for a brief moment i feel a doped up version of hope then a lightning strike of his hand i fall, hand in hand, with hope shivering my skin turning blue pills wearing off quick oh god i'm gonna die out here my tears, cold on my face as i watch him drag bucket after bucket out of his car dropping snow into the water he stoops beside me his hands like ice crawling all over my body touching me touching me.... i hope that if he rapes me he at least kills me first he kisses me and for a moment i almost forget where i am almost he stands and my eyes fall staring at the snow wondering what i'd done to deserve this wondering how i... then he dumps the ice water over my head everything goes white i don't even feel the cold i just feel dizzy my heart beating way too fast i can hear a low murmur like secret voices coming from all around me some, coming from inside me it's so peaceful the white the numb it's over then the numb fades and the burning sensation of the water begins i scream it's all i can do i just scream and scream until i feel something snap in my throat spots appear everything seems bright and unreal i try to scream again but all i can produce are watery whispers of agony something warm on my lip sliding down my chin i look up and his face is dead he's staring at me with glazed eyes silently mouthing words i can't understand then he's on me pushing my wet back onto the ice sucking my neck licking my chin for an instant i'm choking on my own blood i want to let go so badly i want to die to end this but instinct takes over and i cough spewing the backed up blood into his face i feel his body jerk sexually and then his tongue is in my mouth swirling taking my blood from me.... [comments] => 6 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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