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[sid] => 31231
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => the erotic art of freezing your lover to death pt. 3
[time] => 2004-01-10 03:10:58
[hometext] => the final part. i'm actually almost happy with the way it turned out. the first part of this is from the man's point of view. the second part is from the victim's. enjoy, or not.
[bodytext] => (he) unzip extract insert thrust he had wanted to wait until she was dead but he couldn't all the blood that she'd coughed up pock-marked her face like a million scarlet beauty marks it was more than he could resist his hands roamed her body clumsy hungry fumbling as if it were his first time her glazing eyes still cried and it made it all the more exciting to see her cry to feel her pain to lick her face and taste not only blood but tears he sat up on his knees continuing his invasion and grabbed another bucket splashing it's contents onto her breasts and face she tensed contracting around him squeezing his member 'til he feared it would burst then her entire body went limp and he knew she was going into shock he leaned back down kissing her softly as he continued to stain her her eyes were open but she wasn't moving he thought her unconscious or dead (she) his face above her's her blood on his breath she thought he might be raping her but her body had gone numb so she really couldn't tell everything began to blur the edge of her sight paled to white she almost sighed as she realized that she was finally dying in a moment it would all be over he opened his mouth breathing the hot smell of her own spilled life into her face he said, "oh, oh, oh god i love y..." and then the top half of his head exploded all movement stopped if she could have still felt she would have groaned as his dead weight sagged onto her his head, or what was left of it, tilted forward draining his blood into her partly opened mouth for a moment she thought she could taste her own violated blood seeping from his skull a blurred movement in front of her and then she fainted she woke, partially and felt her whole body screaming hot air rushing onto frozen skin she was back inside the car a blanket maybe a coat covered part of her still naked body she could feel the car's jerking movements each bump woke fresh pain in her she fought to stay awake but found the dark much less painful through her fading consciousness she caught small pieces of the stranger's rambling monolouge "to muh house... .......... not far from here... .......... never heard noone scream so loud... came to see what was g.... .....saw that maniac gettin' at yuh ........... me and muh shotgun took care of.... ......... .....ix you up ri... rything's gonna be just fine...." as the darkness came again she silently cursed and thanked the stranger for saving her life waking, again she could feel that she was lying down again on a mattress blankets lay heavy on her still screaming skin but the pain was more tolerable now just before she opened her eyes she had a strange sensation of deja-vu something too familiar something wasn't right when she opened her eyes she saw her hands above her head and they were tied to the headboard as a sharp pain in her stomach contracted her body her thighs brushed together and she realized that she was still naked her eyes scanned the room it was lit softly by a poorly constructed fireplace her stranger an older man with thinning hair sat next to the fireplace draining a jug of what she guessed to be moonshine her movement caught his eye and he smiled and said, "well well well it's about time you come 'round. thought i'd lost you there for a spell." he muttered softly to himself for a moment then stood letting the jug fall to the floor he staggered a jagged line to the bed standing beside it looking down at her "don't get much comp'ny round here. i been a might anxious for a moment like this. and i reckon after me savin' your hide back there you owe me. gosh, you sure are a pretty young thing" then he tugged the blankets off the bed and began unzipping his jeans just before everything went black she found the strength to scream one last time [comments] => 7 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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