nikoll

pills are making me hyper & happier than usual. of course its just that sugar coated darkness. making me seem fine & content... just so they're happy. whatever. i dont even care right now.

anyways. heres something i wrote awhile ago. dont like parts of it. mainly the end... but havent felt like changing it. so.... meh.



hands bound in chains over head.
cold hard metal...
pinching her soft warm skin.

the blade... cold and sharp.
gasping as it is drawn down.
it separates the flesh.
piercing and opening the skin.
blood begins to run down her spine.

arching back against the searing pain.
a cry comes from her throat.
blinded, falls to her knees.
her body being torn apart.
the chains and her weight.
his blade.

his marks carved into her skin.
joining criss crosses of scars.
some her own.
some old.
some new.

she is set lose.
she wont struggle now.
she falls to the floor panting.

her body glistens with sweat and blood.
her chest heaving against the ground.
her long matted hair covering her face.

he places a hand gently on her back.
he smiles when she gasps but doesn't recoil.
he rolls her over onto her back.
he drags his hand down her chest.
he digs his nails into her flesh.
and smears lines of blood down her stomach.

his finger goes to her sex.
massaging her soft bud.
the blood making it slippery and wet.
transforming her pain into ecstasy.

she gasps and shudders.
her chest still heaving.
limp with release and pain.

his fingers on her soft lips.
dry from her labored breath.
he traces them with red.
before she darts out her tongue.
tasting the sharp tang.
her blood and her desire.

he drags the knife down again.
scratching her pale soft skin.

the tip cruel as it opens her flesh.
the wound crying blood.

her eyes wide she gasps.
and clings to him.

he drops the knife and holds her.
he kisses her tear stained cheek.
he feels her soft again in his arms.