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Pain or Pleasure
She sits there
Razor to skin
Thinking only one thought
"Oh fuck this is going to hurt"
Replaying over and over in her head
Just pressing down draws blood to the surface
With all of this she's shaking in anticipation
Then one moment she cuts in
Blood instantly coming to the surface
A quick flash of pain
Making her want to scream,
But she doesn't, she just laughs
A maniacal laughter
Filling her room
She gazes at the newly opened wound
Seeing the blood pouring out
Overcome with a sudden impulse
She brings her finger to the wound
Collected blood on it then put the finger in her mouth
Tasting her blood
Tasting so good
Leaving her want more
She always wants more
After a while she had to call it a night
Bandaged the wound
Smiling to herself
"No one will know, my secret is safe"
Looking at the bloody bandage on her hip
She is reminded of the pain..
No, pleasure it has brought her
Razor to skin
Thinking only one thought
"Oh fuck this is going to hurt"
Replaying over and over in her head
Just pressing down draws blood to the surface
With all of this she's shaking in anticipation
Then one moment she cuts in
Blood instantly coming to the surface
A quick flash of pain
Making her want to scream,
But she doesn't, she just laughs
A maniacal laughter
Filling her room
She gazes at the newly opened wound
Seeing the blood pouring out
Overcome with a sudden impulse
She brings her finger to the wound
Collected blood on it then put the finger in her mouth
Tasting her blood
Tasting so good
Leaving her want more
She always wants more
After a while she had to call it a night
Bandaged the wound
Smiling to herself
"No one will know, my secret is safe"
Looking at the bloody bandage on her hip
She is reminded of the pain..
No, pleasure it has brought her
Published 26th Jan 2014
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26th Jan 2014 7:55am
sounds brutal. nothing like a nice fresh flesh canvas though.
i know of this one guy who ate heaps of datura and millions of tiny insects would surface on his skin and even seek lesion. his hands would open with tiny yet deep wounds and then quickly heal themselves.
i know of this one guy who ate heaps of datura and millions of tiny insects would surface on his skin and even seek lesion. his hands would open with tiny yet deep wounds and then quickly heal themselves.
