My evil lust

My evil lust
I crave to spill the blood of man upon the dirt for which he walks on
To control him as if I was a puppet master and he my puppet
To bring out the fear in his eye’s as I hold his life in my hands.

To torment his soul with the pain that I give for him to beg me to
End his life fast but to take my time with him as if I was making love to a woman
And cover every inch of his flesh. To see how much pain a man can take before he passes out and then to start all over again.
To reach my hand into his chest so I can finger fuck his heart to look him deep into his eyes so he can see that I have no soul in my body as I steal his soul  
The lost thing he gets to know what happen to him before he dies is my lips touching his lips so he can feel me suck his last breath out of his body for his
Body has become my play ground .