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Array ( [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 )
the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2

Contributed by Cancer on Wednesday, 7th January 2004 @ 12:33:35 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



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....




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2004-01-07 00:33:35]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2 (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Wednesday, 7th January 2004 @ 02:50:40 AM AEST
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Chillingly beautiful....a great variety.. I enjoyed this poem..venkat


Re: the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2 (User Rating: 1 )
by loopylou on Wednesday, 7th January 2004 @ 04:57:47 AM AEST
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made me feel really really scarred you had a gift for making things seem real


Re: the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2 (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Wednesday, 7th January 2004 @ 04:39:12 PM AEST
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I found this very disturbing yet at the same time oddly amusing. I'm not sure quite what to say. I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonite.

Bobo (Joel)


Re: the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2 (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 04:50:51 AM AEST
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i like the point of view.........


Re: the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2 (User Rating: 1 )
by Cobalt on Thursday, 8th January 2004 @ 11:36:19 AM AEST
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This is like the best man. I am just loving this *****. Keep rolling it... Hey if you aren't getting moderated for this wtf am I gonna have to write to be moderated.... I guess I will just have to bump it up a bit... Heh. I can't wait for the next one man my heart jumped when I saw this one.


Re: the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt.2 (User Rating: 1 )
by MissTea on Saturday, 10th January 2004 @ 04:43:32 AM AEST
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I was facinated from start to finish! this is like a horror story being unleashed!

absolutly amazing, incredible!!!

MissTea




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