My Masterpiece

Hunting, primal instinct, observing, waiting, alpha male.

Like the lion and the gazelle.

 

Heart races faster and faster as he gets closer and closer.

Thump thump thump.

 

The scent of the unaware prey intoxicates.

Feeding his bloodthirst.

 

 

All goes to black as someone covers my mouth, all I get is a single breath.

Where am I? Eyelids heavy, cant move, can barely breathe.

 

 

Sigh, many nights of dreaming.

Every waking moment sweeter and sweeter.

 

Prey waiting, flat, restrained, this time the smell of fear and hysteria.

It knows not what it did. As it looks around it starts to understand.

 

It gets more and more anxious. Starts to fidget more.

Time to begin...

 

He gazes over his tools as an artist chooses paint.

Scalpel, circular saw, cleaver.

 

He reaches for the scalpel. Steps in front of his prey.

The artist begins to work his masterpiece.

 

Scalpel, like a paintbrush glides across the canvas creating magical designs.

 

The vermin screamed in agony as regret courses through his body.

 

Such a gorgeous work of art on this torso. Time to clean up this piece.

 

Circular saw, rotations of perfect anger, removing the right arm from body.

 

A mess of red covers the floor. Left arm drops to the floor. More blood spurting.

 

Cries of pain begging for mercy are titillating.

 

Round and round the red ring goes, right leg.

 

Magical red blur gliding through, left leg.

 

Consciousness quickly flees the wretch.

 

"Finally one more flush motion to complete my magnificent work".

 

Cleaver in hand He strikes downward penetrating complete cranial severance.

 

......pride envelopes Him. Look at it, exquisite, provoking, fulfilling.