i put the drill between it's legs. the device is making a hungry sounding noise. it begs me to stop. "im really seriously scared" it says. i move the drill closer. you haven't begged good enough yet. i move the drill closer. it starts begging properly
I have a few collars here for you to choose from. This one is “Property”, this one is “Pet”, and this one is “Food”.
There are some charms you can wear on it too! Here, have this one called “disposable” to start and we’ll see if you’re lucky enough to get another.
You are going to become very small. We will both be surprised by the honest shape of You. Then, you will feel the fullness of me, the utter Shape of me. Then, I will Hold you. Then, I will kiss every sweet little bruised spot. Then you will lay against my hungry lips, and rest 💖
sometimes she breaks down sobbing. "i cant bear to lose anything anymore. i cant bear to keep going. it's too hard to keep going."
and i hold her softly. sorry little thing.
we're not done yet.
every one of you is unbearably special. you know that, right? none of you can be swapped out for each other. remember that, when this world moves you around.
fundamentally, you must accept that you do not love me to be loved back, but to love me
and you do not tell me things to get a response, but to have told me
something I call “making the mirror scream”, which is, horrifying this internal part of me. Often when I am being ludicrous, the more “human” me often looks out and watches it With a sense of mystified horror. sometimes awakening with “My god this is fucked. Well, ok, Carry on..”
it’s extremely good when girls are constantly insanely horny which seems to be true of most girls I’ve met and also I will never understand how we let the world not consider that to be good as hell
a little thing screamed and cried and screamed and cried and screamed and cried and begged for relief and screamed and cried and then said thank you from the depth of her heart
starts her off eating live ants. look how they try to escape, little thing. look how they don't want to die. now lick it up. there, good, good. you'll do it like that to anything and anyone i say, won't you?
a little animal found itself in the garden of a witch. "I need some magic, i really do" it said.
"Go and take it then" said the Witch.
"But where is it?" said the animal.
"Its right in plain sight, little thing."
but the animal looked around, and could see nothing
locking your little head absentmindedly between my hips, slipping into your mouth, and soon every bit of the world outside of of a pulsing, grinding Me slips simply away
actually being a boy isn’t so bad. It’s the idea of being a Man that bead always the thing. Boy, girl, woman. Those seem like the options. so naturally…
we are full of sharp bits. bits that want to hurt. to torture. they desire intimacy too. they desire expression too. they are used to being tucked away.
i think some wish to become mine as a way to relinquish themselves to a passive existence. If you truly know me, you should know I desire an active one. Sharp. And Interesting.
you: happy when someone "likes" your post on "twitterdotcom"
me: happy when someone does a blood ritual in my name under the full moon
we are not the same.
I wanna fuck you up I want everything that doesn’t come from thinking about me to be damaged to shit, it’s all Mine you understand? you made this den now I get to kill you in it.
Maybe I won’t eat your heart. Maybe I’ll put it in a little jar. Listen to you say cute things to me. Bind it in chains. Drop a little sugar cube every now and then for you to eat.
keep it with all the preciousness of a pretty little accessory.
maybe that’s even worse.
it’s been a long time since i last tasted blood, a long time since i last carved it out of someone. But not anymore now today. i feel a strange serenity and poise. And it now seems to be high on some drug it didn’t even take