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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 inside, his screams were now 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,
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
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
Published | Edited 20th May 2018
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