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Gore, Guts, and Glory
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Madbuttonhatter
Ryan R Morgan
Forum Posts: 44
Ryan R Morgan
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 19th Apr 2018Forum Posts: 44
So far, it's gonna be really hard picking a winner, these are really really good.
gifteth
AliboTerna
Forum Posts: 25
AliboTerna
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 26th Jan 2018Forum Posts: 25
ALPHA LIFE
Going through the course of life without a syllable
and each page must be covered
-but how, is still a miracle
Like how I beat a flight of steps
heading to the pinnacle
'Pray I never dash a feet as I write my own chronicle
The providence of life
where some dreams are shut down for another
just to keep tabs on the many needs
-that is just another matter.
If I can get a Kobo for every dream broken!
Well! that's just a dream about a dream
how do I dodge the realities of life?
when in the end
-the truth comes knocking
'nobody gets out of life alive'
I don't even know how much of an alpha I am
I lost some battles on the way
I kept going anyway
my many falls is just another feat.
and each page must be covered
-but how, is still a miracle
Like how I beat a flight of steps
heading to the pinnacle
'Pray I never dash a feet as I write my own chronicle
The providence of life
where some dreams are shut down for another
just to keep tabs on the many needs
-that is just another matter.
If I can get a Kobo for every dream broken!
Well! that's just a dream about a dream
how do I dodge the realities of life?
when in the end
-the truth comes knocking
'nobody gets out of life alive'
I don't even know how much of an alpha I am
I lost some battles on the way
I kept going anyway
my many falls is just another feat.
Written by gifteth
(AliboTerna)
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runaway-mindtrain
Forum Posts: 879
Dangerous Mind
8
Joined 30th July 2017Forum Posts: 879
shadow dorcha
Through worn mark tattered skin
Lost night shaking blurred eyed light
Of wall slashed new pain begins
Slinging sun off black white on night...
Operation exchange raw sensations
Lamenting time flicker touch nerves
Clever guise relentless engagements
Plateau underneath howling heard...
Crumble a stone into earthy center
Seeded lies rot hope false shining potency
Heart toll rock now an inner cinder
Washes away soul's sovereignty...
Tall building falls cards couldn't cut deck
Triton forked on road then split
Sideways holy chain wore around neck
Drove countless phantoms raging fits...
Will clocks stop fire sensation recede?
Down further mashing hammer did fall
Twisting truth judged forever deed
Tumbling masses spirit broken all...
Forgot their name no chosen profession
Blow away sky commit all trees
Gaps mind nerve slant intermission
Now natural form has lost empty...
She sold her bag of soul for a song and a jester
But then forgot her heart in hasted sequester...
Lost night shaking blurred eyed light
Of wall slashed new pain begins
Slinging sun off black white on night...
Operation exchange raw sensations
Lamenting time flicker touch nerves
Clever guise relentless engagements
Plateau underneath howling heard...
Crumble a stone into earthy center
Seeded lies rot hope false shining potency
Heart toll rock now an inner cinder
Washes away soul's sovereignty...
Tall building falls cards couldn't cut deck
Triton forked on road then split
Sideways holy chain wore around neck
Drove countless phantoms raging fits...
Will clocks stop fire sensation recede?
Down further mashing hammer did fall
Twisting truth judged forever deed
Tumbling masses spirit broken all...
Forgot their name no chosen profession
Blow away sky commit all trees
Gaps mind nerve slant intermission
Now natural form has lost empty...
She sold her bag of soul for a song and a jester
But then forgot her heart in hasted sequester...
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Madbuttonhatter
Ryan R Morgan
Forum Posts: 44
Ryan R Morgan
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 19th Apr 2018Forum Posts: 44
Mr Gore - the face Tailor
I introduce myself to them as Mr Gore - the face Tailor ,
I claim to be an award winning suit designer,
We shake hands and start chatting about fashion,
We keep it friendly as we sip a cup of warm milky tea,
I open a brown leather briefcase which I keep my tools within,
Clients usually begin to scream when I show them pictures depicting what previous victims gruesome styles have been,
I often present a piece of flesh as if it were a sample of unique fabric,
I then pull out three tape measures one to tie their hands, one to bind their legs and one to cause discomfort around their neck,
I promise to alter their face as if it were a fine set of clothes,
I will start by snipping off the tip of their pointy nose,
I will then slice the skin on both their chubby cheeks down to the bone,
I will burn off all the horrible spots and unsightly moles,
I will use pliers to pull their ears nice and slow until they start to tear,
A razor blade will be used to remove their hair and then I will strip off their scalp layer by layer until it is deep enough to let their skull get fresh air,
I will slowly sew both their nostrils shut,
I will viciously hack their lips clean off,
Their teeth will be drilled out one by one,
Their crows feet and wrinkles will be ironed out with a red hot iron,
I will stitch all the wounds up just to open them again with a single cut,
I will not do anything to stop the heavy flow of blood,
I will gouge their eyes out with pins and replace them with pretty buttons,
My motto is a face should fit you perfectly like a tailored suit,
When you walk down the street people should notice you,
I guarantee the model will leave me looking handsome, they will become a style Icon and part of the latest grotesque fashion.
I claim to be an award winning suit designer,
We shake hands and start chatting about fashion,
We keep it friendly as we sip a cup of warm milky tea,
I open a brown leather briefcase which I keep my tools within,
Clients usually begin to scream when I show them pictures depicting what previous victims gruesome styles have been,
I often present a piece of flesh as if it were a sample of unique fabric,
I then pull out three tape measures one to tie their hands, one to bind their legs and one to cause discomfort around their neck,
I promise to alter their face as if it were a fine set of clothes,
I will start by snipping off the tip of their pointy nose,
I will then slice the skin on both their chubby cheeks down to the bone,
I will burn off all the horrible spots and unsightly moles,
I will use pliers to pull their ears nice and slow until they start to tear,
A razor blade will be used to remove their hair and then I will strip off their scalp layer by layer until it is deep enough to let their skull get fresh air,
I will slowly sew both their nostrils shut,
I will viciously hack their lips clean off,
Their teeth will be drilled out one by one,
Their crows feet and wrinkles will be ironed out with a red hot iron,
I will stitch all the wounds up just to open them again with a single cut,
I will not do anything to stop the heavy flow of blood,
I will gouge their eyes out with pins and replace them with pretty buttons,
My motto is a face should fit you perfectly like a tailored suit,
When you walk down the street people should notice you,
I guarantee the model will leave me looking handsome, they will become a style Icon and part of the latest grotesque fashion.
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SimpleTon said:
I really love this one, definitely a worthy contender. As a visual artist, I'd love to make a comicbook out of this poem, there's so many visceral little details that establish a sense of lore while providing social commentary along the way. There's an almost whimsical quality to it as well that I simply adore. You really took the theme of the contest and went full blast with it. That's admirable.
Also, I'd love to see you explore this character in some of your future work, or the world he lives in.
I really love this one, definitely a worthy contender. As a visual artist, I'd love to make a comicbook out of this poem, there's so many visceral little details that establish a sense of lore while providing social commentary along the way. There's an almost whimsical quality to it as well that I simply adore. You really took the theme of the contest and went full blast with it. That's admirable.
Also, I'd love to see you explore this character in some of your future work, or the world he lives in.
snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
BLEMISH FETISH
Squeeze your blackheads
Pop your zits
Explore your bellybutton
Remove the lint
Examine your moles
Count those freckles
Shave both pits
Clip your nails
Pick your lice
Comb the nits
Scratch your bites
Pull all ticks
Lance your boils
Bust your blisters
Pluck wild hairs
Tweeze your slivers
Your good grooming
I’ve assumed
Because you’re my Bride
And I’m your Groom
Pop your zits
Explore your bellybutton
Remove the lint
Examine your moles
Count those freckles
Shave both pits
Clip your nails
Pick your lice
Comb the nits
Scratch your bites
Pull all ticks
Lance your boils
Bust your blisters
Pluck wild hairs
Tweeze your slivers
Your good grooming
I’ve assumed
Because you’re my Bride
And I’m your Groom
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corpselily2185
Nameless Corpse
Joined 4th May 2018
Forum Posts: 3
Nameless Corpse
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 3
Anniversary
4 years of happiness gone down the toilet,
I don’t blame that bitch,
When you’re the one who spoiled it,
I lick my fingers and pour myself some wine,
Paired with blood from your corpse,
It tastes so divine.
I sigh with ecstasy as the red liquid hits my lips,
I smear it over my body,
And watch it fall down my hips.
I walk down to the basement
To pay your lover a visit,
I tell her how much fun we had
And that I was sad that she’d missed it,
She screams in horror as I pluck out your eyes,
To savor the taste of a cheater’s demise.
Tears fall down her face and I stifle a laugh,
I hack her hand off with a cleaver,
And slice her belly in half.
Now she’s bleeding out on the floor,
Looking at me perplexed,
You were my best friend hun,
You should’ve known you were next.
I don’t blame that bitch,
When you’re the one who spoiled it,
I lick my fingers and pour myself some wine,
Paired with blood from your corpse,
It tastes so divine.
I sigh with ecstasy as the red liquid hits my lips,
I smear it over my body,
And watch it fall down my hips.
I walk down to the basement
To pay your lover a visit,
I tell her how much fun we had
And that I was sad that she’d missed it,
She screams in horror as I pluck out your eyes,
To savor the taste of a cheater’s demise.
Tears fall down her face and I stifle a laugh,
I hack her hand off with a cleaver,
And slice her belly in half.
Now she’s bleeding out on the floor,
Looking at me perplexed,
You were my best friend hun,
You should’ve known you were next.
Written by corpselily2185
(Nameless Corpse)
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Madbuttonhatter
Ryan R Morgan
Forum Posts: 44
Ryan R Morgan
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 19th Apr 2018Forum Posts: 44
corpselily2185, That's such a deliciously fucked up poem with a really messed up narrative. Conjures up images of Jeffrey Dahmer to me. It really feels like I'm delving into the mind of someone as messed up as him. Great work.
Also, welcome to the site, I look forward to seeing what you'll post next/
Also, welcome to the site, I look forward to seeing what you'll post next/
Matthias_Crossed
Matthias Lambert
Joined 15th May 2018
Forum Posts: 7
Matthias Lambert
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 7
I want to rot
I want to decay into a pile of guts and muscle strings on bone.
I wait for a coffin to size
I beg for that sweet end of life,
I dream of wasting away.
My skin slowly slipping loose like an unzipped dress,
slowly sliding off my body.
Muscles and nerves exposed to fresh air.
The burn of cold before the numb.
To watch the muscle slowly degrade,
withering and stringing away like cheese in a grater.
To see the bones crumble and wither like old stones ground together.
My innards slowly burning away from their own acidity,
The pile of my body on the floor rotting and rancid.
It attracts animals and flys that ravage the remains,
leaving nothing but a memory of me which will soon be forgotten.
I want to decay into a pile of guts and muscle strings on bone.
I wait for a coffin to size
I beg for that sweet end of life,
I dream of wasting away.
My skin slowly slipping loose like an unzipped dress,
slowly sliding off my body.
Muscles and nerves exposed to fresh air.
The burn of cold before the numb.
To watch the muscle slowly degrade,
withering and stringing away like cheese in a grater.
To see the bones crumble and wither like old stones ground together.
My innards slowly burning away from their own acidity,
The pile of my body on the floor rotting and rancid.
It attracts animals and flys that ravage the remains,
leaving nothing but a memory of me which will soon be forgotten.
Matthias_Crossed
Matthias Lambert
Joined 15th May 2018
Forum Posts: 7
Matthias Lambert
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 7
I am wounded.
They can smell me. They can hear as I try and run with little to no hope.
I try and stumble through branches that crunch beneath me, leaving behind a trail of blood for the hounds to pick up on. I have no hope of survival. All I am doing is prolonging this pain. My side is drenched in blood and there is an iron taste in my mouth. I cant see my own arm, no longer there but I cannot process this as shreds of skin hang off the socket. I can't keep running. I have to stop. Vial expells itself from my body, a bloody puddle of vomit and teeth. My last meal now on the ground. I hold my side and pray that it isn't serious. I shouldn't have stopped. I grow faint and I lean on a tree, sliding down onto the floor. I can hear them, the hounds, snaring and barking but I can't see them. I am almost out of time and my sight is fading. They're here. I scream in pain as teeth tear into my skin and tug and pull, ripping flesh and muscle from bone. At this point, I wish I was dead already. A tug to my side and my stomach rentches as my intestines are pulled through the gaping wound. I can no longer scream, I have no energy to fight as I lay there and am devoured as prey to carnal animals with no sense of remorse. I finally close my eyes as the hounds have started to leave, only to have my eyes jabbed at and stabbed by a prying beak. Soon enough I am blinded, in pain and torn beyond repair. With this I assumed I surely will die soon enough but no. I barely live to hear deaths rattle as I breath. My end is soon as I started to feel the bugs and small critters crawling across and into wounds. I can smell my own putrid oder. I reak of blood and sweat and bugs. I no longer can feel anything.
Now just another pile of bones for animals to scavenge and make use of for themselves.
They can smell me. They can hear as I try and run with little to no hope.
I try and stumble through branches that crunch beneath me, leaving behind a trail of blood for the hounds to pick up on. I have no hope of survival. All I am doing is prolonging this pain. My side is drenched in blood and there is an iron taste in my mouth. I cant see my own arm, no longer there but I cannot process this as shreds of skin hang off the socket. I can't keep running. I have to stop. Vial expells itself from my body, a bloody puddle of vomit and teeth. My last meal now on the ground. I hold my side and pray that it isn't serious. I shouldn't have stopped. I grow faint and I lean on a tree, sliding down onto the floor. I can hear them, the hounds, snaring and barking but I can't see them. I am almost out of time and my sight is fading. They're here. I scream in pain as teeth tear into my skin and tug and pull, ripping flesh and muscle from bone. At this point, I wish I was dead already. A tug to my side and my stomach rentches as my intestines are pulled through the gaping wound. I can no longer scream, I have no energy to fight as I lay there and am devoured as prey to carnal animals with no sense of remorse. I finally close my eyes as the hounds have started to leave, only to have my eyes jabbed at and stabbed by a prying beak. Soon enough I am blinded, in pain and torn beyond repair. With this I assumed I surely will die soon enough but no. I barely live to hear deaths rattle as I breath. My end is soon as I started to feel the bugs and small critters crawling across and into wounds. I can smell my own putrid oder. I reak of blood and sweat and bugs. I no longer can feel anything.
Now just another pile of bones for animals to scavenge and make use of for themselves.
dejure
vick
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vick
Dangerous Mind
29
Joined 17th Aug 2015Forum Posts: 2880
a terrotica story...
do you read the tears
running down her cheeks
do you hear the spasms
in her rose shivering lips
do you feel that fear
in the hugged knees
do you smell the blood
soaking her books
do you see her?
Written by dejure
(vick)
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dejure
vick
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vick
Dangerous Mind
29
Joined 17th Aug 2015Forum Posts: 2880
a damned soul...
a mannequin dressed as a priest
the bride stands in there, hands tied
my hands tied too, to the old bench
and a dirty old rag covered my mouth
the old church is filled with old dolls
dressed up in pretty dresses and suits
a gramophone plays the bridal chorus
he hummed while swaying to the rhythm
I could see its body dark as the coal
skin covered in flies and red maggots
I felt something dripped on my shoulder
I looked up to find the bodies of our families
what to expect when all the hope is gone?
what am I scared of, to die or to see her killed?
...but why today?
a mannequin dressed as a priest
the bride stands in there, hands tied
my hands tied too, to the old bench
and a dirty old rag covered my mouth
the old church is filled with old dolls
dressed up in pretty dresses and suits
a gramophone plays the bridal chorus
he hummed while swaying to the rhythm
I could see its body dark as the coal
skin covered in flies and red maggots
I felt something dripped on my shoulder
I looked up to find the bodies of our families
what to expect when all the hope is gone?
what am I scared of, to die or to see her killed?
...but why today?
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
Scimitar Bride
'Twas night before is when I saw you there
deep in the crowd at my place where you looked
like you were lost and no one knew your name.
I recognized that you would be my bride
with I as host to such a prized event,
and I would make you mine in blooded own.
I never cared for made-up vanity,
the blondness of your hair had sable roots,
your bite was fixed, your wisdom teeth removed.
A bump was taken off your Roman nose,
your thighs were lipo'd, and your tummy tucked
but all I wanted with you was... to fuck.
My way was nothing like you'd ever known,
I blew your mind and then I cut your soul.
The way I loved you with my scimitar
was from its blade to bare your heart to me.
And with your final gasp, the flowing gore,
the last time you saw me was night before.
deep in the crowd at my place where you looked
like you were lost and no one knew your name.
I recognized that you would be my bride
with I as host to such a prized event,
and I would make you mine in blooded own.
I never cared for made-up vanity,
the blondness of your hair had sable roots,
your bite was fixed, your wisdom teeth removed.
A bump was taken off your Roman nose,
your thighs were lipo'd, and your tummy tucked
but all I wanted with you was... to fuck.
My way was nothing like you'd ever known,
I blew your mind and then I cut your soul.
The way I loved you with my scimitar
was from its blade to bare your heart to me.
And with your final gasp, the flowing gore,
the last time you saw me was night before.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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David_Macleod
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14397816
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 5th Nov 2014Forum Posts: 2983
Lonely Thoughts II (Lonely Actions)
I am a great believer in equality
I mean, shit; I am almost a lesbian
Men and women should be equal
In all things, in all kinds of rights
In all regards gender is redundant
And we all should be looked on as
Humans
Having said that, there are differences
More than just balls, cock and vagina
It has to be admitted that men are just
Better at some things than women; like;
Violence, sexual assault, torture, murder
Sexual deviance, crime, telling lies, cheating
Being disgusting, being smelly, being assholes
Being cunts, without cunts, being bastards and
Dicks, fuck ups, wankers, porn dawgs, freaks
And not forgetting Paedophiles and Monsters
Sub-Humans
I recently found out that men scream better
Than women; their pain thresholds are lesser
Which, from my perspective, is absolutely ideal
Their screams are more guttural and grind like
I had him iron shackled hands and feet to the
Cellar table: It had been so easy to drug his drink
And stagger out with him and put him into the van
Not for a single second did he realise who I even was
The scalpel easily cut both mouth corners to ear level
So much blood and screaming, but what a new smile
Soaked with lime juice and Scotch Bonnet chilli powder
For that special after burn: The smell makes me hungry
Day 2: I take my scalpel to make some deep cuts on every
Finger; first at the nail line, then at the first knuckle, then
Just below the second knuckle: I then cut round each
Knuckle in a circular shape, then four tiger stripes on the
Back of both hands, then to the palms, you know those
Lines the palmists read, I scalpelled each line perfectly
Brushed each hand with concentrated bleach, it's always
Important to work clean, germ free I mean I wouldn't want
Him to catch an infection; where's the fun in that, really
His screaming throughout was exquisite almost got wood
But I wasn't finished I put both hands in metal pans containing Nitromos paint stripper to soak overnight more screaming But sitting upstairs eating dinner the screams subsided and he Ironically started whimpering like a ten
year old boy and more his tears caused me no empathetic emotion, if anything they Made me want to go down there and torture him even more But then there is still tomorrow; that night I slept like a log
Day 3: Went down in the morning was greeted with a special
Smile 'You ready to scream some more father?' he started to
Whimper I reminded him I wanted to hear him scream and took The boiling pot of coffee and slowly poured it over his face; 'Now that's what I call a scream Father!' I washed his hands out of the trays his skin peeled of like a loose pair bloody woollen gloves, his nails were like rose petals, perfectly still joined, I washed both skins thoroughly and tried them on, such a perfect fit: I went back to him
and pulled his ball sack out cut an incision and filled his scrotum up with horse fly maggots and stapled it shut,
more gorgeous screaming, then I grabbed his cock ironically it was semi hard, this fucker was getting wood: Now I like to be unconventional so, I took my scalpel and cut his
cock in half length ways and poured a mound or salt and chilli seeds, his screams were almost angelically choral
Day 4: I took his left hand and nail gunned it to his crotch, same with his right wrapping the fingers round his half cocks tying of with magnesium ribbon, I wrapped hundreds of lengths of magnesium ribbon over most
of his body then used a blow torch to light it, expensive but so worth it as when it started to burn white hot, his screams were like operatic overture, 'Bravo!' I shouted, 'Bravo'
I lent in: 'Father Malone, it's me little Davie, don't you remember me Father, surly you recognise this mouth? '
He uttered an 'oh god' of realisation; 'God won't help you now you old bastard!' he whimpered and teared up 'please kill me, please!' I covered him in salt, lime juice and chilli seeds, at night I could almost hear the blisters forming and bursting, I loved every scream, whimper and painful cry It took him fourteen days to die, I enjoyed every waking moment: One down Thirty one to go. Some people will think me inhuman but you can't be inhuman to someone who is sub-human, A monster, a beast a fuckin coward hiding behind holy orders, he deserved everything that I gave
him and much more
Number two won't be so lucky
I am just helping Karma
Do God's Work
I am a great believer in equality
I mean, shit; I am almost a lesbian
Men and women should be equal
In all things, in all kinds of rights
In all regards gender is redundant
And we all should be looked on as
Humans
Having said that, there are differences
More than just balls, cock and vagina
It has to be admitted that men are just
Better at some things than women; like;
Violence, sexual assault, torture, murder
Sexual deviance, crime, telling lies, cheating
Being disgusting, being smelly, being assholes
Being cunts, without cunts, being bastards and
Dicks, fuck ups, wankers, porn dawgs, freaks
And not forgetting Paedophiles and Monsters
Sub-Humans
I recently found out that men scream better
Than women; their pain thresholds are lesser
Which, from my perspective, is absolutely ideal
Their screams are more guttural and grind like
I had him iron shackled hands and feet to the
Cellar table: It had been so easy to drug his drink
And stagger out with him and put him into the van
Not for a single second did he realise who I even was
The scalpel easily cut both mouth corners to ear level
So much blood and screaming, but what a new smile
Soaked with lime juice and Scotch Bonnet chilli powder
For that special after burn: The smell makes me hungry
Day 2: I take my scalpel to make some deep cuts on every
Finger; first at the nail line, then at the first knuckle, then
Just below the second knuckle: I then cut round each
Knuckle in a circular shape, then four tiger stripes on the
Back of both hands, then to the palms, you know those
Lines the palmists read, I scalpelled each line perfectly
Brushed each hand with concentrated bleach, it's always
Important to work clean, germ free I mean I wouldn't want
Him to catch an infection; where's the fun in that, really
His screaming throughout was exquisite almost got wood
But I wasn't finished I put both hands in metal pans containing Nitromos paint stripper to soak overnight more screaming But sitting upstairs eating dinner the screams subsided and he Ironically started whimpering like a ten
year old boy and more his tears caused me no empathetic emotion, if anything they Made me want to go down there and torture him even more But then there is still tomorrow; that night I slept like a log
Day 3: Went down in the morning was greeted with a special
Smile 'You ready to scream some more father?' he started to
Whimper I reminded him I wanted to hear him scream and took The boiling pot of coffee and slowly poured it over his face; 'Now that's what I call a scream Father!' I washed his hands out of the trays his skin peeled of like a loose pair bloody woollen gloves, his nails were like rose petals, perfectly still joined, I washed both skins thoroughly and tried them on, such a perfect fit: I went back to him
and pulled his ball sack out cut an incision and filled his scrotum up with horse fly maggots and stapled it shut,
more gorgeous screaming, then I grabbed his cock ironically it was semi hard, this fucker was getting wood: Now I like to be unconventional so, I took my scalpel and cut his
cock in half length ways and poured a mound or salt and chilli seeds, his screams were almost angelically choral
Day 4: I took his left hand and nail gunned it to his crotch, same with his right wrapping the fingers round his half cocks tying of with magnesium ribbon, I wrapped hundreds of lengths of magnesium ribbon over most
of his body then used a blow torch to light it, expensive but so worth it as when it started to burn white hot, his screams were like operatic overture, 'Bravo!' I shouted, 'Bravo'
I lent in: 'Father Malone, it's me little Davie, don't you remember me Father, surly you recognise this mouth? '
He uttered an 'oh god' of realisation; 'God won't help you now you old bastard!' he whimpered and teared up 'please kill me, please!' I covered him in salt, lime juice and chilli seeds, at night I could almost hear the blisters forming and bursting, I loved every scream, whimper and painful cry It took him fourteen days to die, I enjoyed every waking moment: One down Thirty one to go. Some people will think me inhuman but you can't be inhuman to someone who is sub-human, A monster, a beast a fuckin coward hiding behind holy orders, he deserved everything that I gave
him and much more
Number two won't be so lucky
I am just helping Karma
Do God's Work