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Play Date

I always did think you had a beautiful set of brains.
what a waste to have them stain the end of my bloody hatchet.
You know, the one I didn't bury.
You ripped it out and ripped it up.
Now I'll slice every ligament in your body.
Until you scream in the immense pain.
And ill drink in the sweet agony, a big murderous grin on my face.
Look! Look at those pretty entrails. Oh how I love to take them out of your abdominal cavity and play with them!
I wonder if they're strong enough to support the weight of your body.
I put my hands deep into your belly and grab near the base of your intestines.
I yank gently and try to spin around, taking you with me.
But shame, you flounder a few feet and your guts rip away from your body.
I smear them on my face. It doesn't taste as good as menstrual blood though.
Maybe I should have waited a few weeks.
I take hold of my hatchet.
Looming over what's left of you, I hack.
Hack like you hacked me.
And when I'm done, they'll think someone spilled a bowl of ground beef.
Deontejordan
Written by Deontejordan (D. Jordan)
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