The dark side consists of many things. I think the most important things for me is pain and death.
I know a lot of my friends enjoy cutting themselves with razors or other sharp objects and making themselves bleed. Thriving on the pain. That really is not my cup of tea, self inflicted pain is not sexy.
However causing someone else pain has got to be one of the most exhilarating feelings ever. Feeling them tremble in fear. Hearing them cry in agony. That is a huge turn-on.
The of course there is death. Not like you can actually torture someone and just leave them walking this earth to tell on you. No , never that. All evidence must always be destroyed. The mouth that can speak should no longer have a heart that can beat. Words to live by.
Now I am not talking about just hacking someone up with a chainsaw. That really isn’t much fun. I am talking about slowly and subtle torture. Small little cuts, watch the beautiful picture that the blood trickles down and creates.
Those tiny little sweet and innocent titties coated in their own blood from my very own blade. Slight little cuts that hurt like fuck. So beautiful of a site to my eyes….
She is shivering as if she is cold yet this room is hot. She is screaming loudly, as if someone would actually hearing her. She is pleading and begging for me to stop. Yet I have only just begun. A few small cuts and just a little bit of blood. I can’t stop now that would be like painting half a picture and leaving a half empty canvas…
Have you ever seen a dead body up close? Even if you are internally good you would most likely find yourself staring. Death is absolutely beautiful. Even when a body is mutilated and bloody mess there is something that looks so peaceful about it.
