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Kari
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(10/11/04 2:13 pm)
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Fallen in the woods...
Ok, so i can't really write that great, but i started doing this in sociology today and just thought i'd post it. Yes, i know it sucks mucho but it think its kinda cool.
Fallen in the woods
It was her fault. She shouldn’t have done what she did. My hand covered her mouth. So she would not scream. She smells so good. I love the way she smells today. Kind of like lilac. Yeah. Lilac. Since the moment I touched her she’s been struggling to be free with everything she has. She’s softer than I imagined she would be. She has so much life in her. She tries to hit me, to get free. She knows what’s coming. She shouldn’t have let him touch her like that. She was mine. I will have her tonight. And I will keep her forever. She pleads for her life, for me not to kill her. “Hush” she hears, “There is no need for that. Now.” I throw her on the ground. She whimpers from the fall. She’s begging for me. I put my foot on her throat as I reach for duct tape to close her mouth and bind her hands and feet. I start to have my way with her. One hand on her breasts and the other up her sexy little mini skirt I saw her buy with that fag. She starts crying. “Why?” I scream at her. “Am I that ugly you cry when I touch you?” Her face is slapped. Whimper. I stand up, and admire my catch. Almost like it’s a race, I unzip my zipper and bend down to her. It’s so quiet. All I can hear is her muffled screaming. I force myself into her, slowly at first, then faster with each of her muted screams. She knows she likes it. Her bleeding mascara is so alluring. I’m going in and out of her faster and deeper, she’s crying more than ever now. Her body is so inviting. Begging me for more. So warm, so moist. “I love you so much” I utter into her ear, finishing her. She groans. I start to take the tape off of her mouth so we can talk, but she screams. My hand goes for her neck, pushing her hard into the ground. “Try that again, you little whore and I’ll kill you” I threaten. She doesn’t listen, and screams again. I warned her. I pull out my newly acquired knife and show it to her. Oh boy is she scared. She watches my every move. Her arms are so refined, so free of scars or marks. I love that about her. But its time for change. She squirms as the knife gets closer to her faded arms. The knife went into her skin like a hot knife going through butter. Over and over. Hundreds of bleeding wounds cover her arms. Her legs are next. Those graceful, deep legs. Long slashes for long legs. She won’t stop moving. “You’re only making it a lot worse for yourself by moving so damn much.” I yell at her. She stops. I’ve had enough of her. I pull her head back with that wispy light brown ponytail to expose her delicate neck. She starts struggling again. Slowly and delicately, the knife enters her throat. Her warm sweet crimson blood starts gushing from her. Her struggling increases as if she were in a bed of fire. Her body convulses. She goes limp. Her body is so pale. It’s inviting me to come inside her again. This time there is no struggling, no screaming. Like a good girl.
It’s over now.
Or is it?
I put the "or is it?" because im thinking about making another one about the cops finding the body and everything. yeah. it sucks.
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Kari, something is seriously wrong with you.
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