Feast Upon Mine Enemy

Oh how I wish to feast upon this carnivorous flesh. Fresh blood flowing outward towards the sky just aching to be devoured. I take you into myself and making you mine, I seal your fate. Tempting isn't it? Taking a life. Many have wished to do so but only I; among the select, few have the heart to actually do it. I wanna kill you like they do it in the movies. Torture you, rack you within an inch of your life. Then; with a golden axe, cut your head off and smile at the strike that murders you. For soft, I will go along but if you leave me, you do me wrong. You've done me wrong...very wrong. For this night I shall feast upon flesh...drink virgin's blood; pure as can be...and rid him of untimely misfortunes the world gave him. For I've craved him for so long...'tis a great honor to die a virgin. His beauty and reputation precedes him. Lurer am I, seducer have I always been, lulling in a false sense of security...before I make your flesh mine. Oh his veins are so...plump...waiting for me to sink my teeth into, wanting to kill him slowly. "Devour then dismember" I always say. He's my entertainer...until dinner. Then will he be the main course...puncture his jugular and watch that beautiful crimson flow forth... "My cup runneth over". That first taste..caresses my tongue...savory to the touch. My nerve endings on high alert... his soul is mine....his body...each dismembered part, belongs to me and me alone....My prey.

February 12, 2010
9:20 am