Dark Ecstasy (WARNING: ADULT CONTENT)

I have seen her many times before flaunting and laughing before my eye's, that filthy demoness in disguise. She has little or no respect for me, in fact, she has never met me. She may have seen me sitting by her on the bus, or in the park but those crystal blue eye's stare through my soul as if it never existed. I have spoken with her, in fact, i talk to her everyday, everynight, every morning she wakes up. Oh how she weaves her innocense around my body, sucking me in deeper and deeper as we converse over the internet. I know everything about her, though she knows very little about me.1

My eye's search her's as we pass, though i am nothing but a ghost in the shadows, stalking her once again. Night has already fallen and she's heading home, taking the same FUCKING route she takes every night. My eye's glow in delight as i stare at her figure, slender, young, pretty, and yet so disgusting. Through this disguise, i see a tainted soul just waiting to be released, set free from her sinful bondage.2

She walks through the cold, her breath crystalizing in the crisp breeze as snow begins to slowly descend, outlining her beautiful blonde hair. The need to feel it entwine around my fingers, to feel her squirm from my deathly grasp, finger nails digging flesh, bleeding her--is almost overwhelming. But i am a patient man, a man of many talents and of MANY desires.3

She reaches deep into her pockets and the rattle of keys echoes through the now still-born air. Silence wraps its blackened wings around us, just me and her, as one. I watch intensely as the door opens, the time is right, chills race my spine and then i make my move.......4

Predator swiftly attacks and moves in behind her, my blade glinting in the light of the moon. I cover her mouth with my smooth, black gloved hand and pull her in to meet me, her warm, frail body writhing against my pulsing cock. I can almost taste her warm blood, peeling flesh to drink her addicting crimson drug. Pleasure lines every part of me as i bring the knife in, grazing her whitened throat i have so carefully exposed. I can feel every move, every struggle, hear every thought that comes from this precious thing as i hold her dear. I smile contently as i force her into her house, engulfed by suffocating darkness. A darkness where-in demons and shadows intertwine in a morbid dance of death.5

Fear is written in crimson across her weary spirit, pulsating out of her and into me, making me hunger for her. I gently brush the blade over her throat, grazing where her jugular will soon be a prominent feature as i see fit. Her screams are muffled yet coated in such angelic beauty, like the angels from Heaven as they play their harps, so vibrant with life. The music fills my ears as i force her to the floor and am upon her.6

I guide my blade down her body, making slices in all the right spots as her clothes dearly depart with such loving grace. I kiss her bare flesh as i cut off her bra, her breasts full with youth. I study her naked frame, sizing her up and making mental markings. She will be such a beauty queen once i'm done with her.7

"Close your eye's, my love....." I speak in a gentlemanly tone as her face contorts. I rest the blade against her throat, sensitive to the touch, feeling her pulse rapidly increasing--the blade has a desired effect, silencing her screams. A small trickle of blood escapes from a barely noticable wound, her lip-stick caked mouth presses shut and a whimper is all that escapes.8

"No no my dear, you mustn't make a sound, hush now......."9

Her eye's plead to know my name as i guide her hair from her face with my fingers, the name she'll hear before she dies. I run a finger over her cheek bone, cooing to her softly. I let my hand roam her body, appealing to her senses as i gently let my hand trace their way down her thigh, sliding between those beautifully shaped legs. I gently stoke her clit, methodically rubbing as i drag my blade over pale flesh, feeling her become wet. I let the tip dance over skin, leaping and bounding, leaving their crimson marks in stylish fassion. Her belly is flat, the canvas of my brilliant piece which i will lay open for all to see. I let the blade mingle between her breasts, lowering my tongue to her erect nipples. Gently, i suck and bite until my mouth fills with the sweet taste of her curdled blood......i'm causing her to cry out in pain.....or is it pleasure? The voices in my head start, oh, how i love this filth decaying bitch. Crusted in crimson scars from all her past regrets, how i wish i could have been the one to paint them on her shimmering tomb.......10

I slice a heart into her stomach, my emerald eye's searching her's, staring her down, causing her to close them as i bare witness to crystalized tears that sqeeze forth from closed lids. How i love this pure control, she is my one and only true love and for this, she shall die. We shall become one. I violently slice her belly, a crooked line in the midst of this perfectly defeated heart, a significant landmark of my broken love. Her screams of pleasure ring through my head as i lay her open, this slice revealing her insides, her fuck ups, the filthy whore. My hand is inside her, grasping at her slippery intestines, pulling them from her opened carcass. She lies there, paralised yet screaming in agony, lulling me into a state of peace. I raise her entrails above my head as if raising a trophy, placing them on my shoulders for her dying eye's to see, watching her in adoration. Her blood is warm and thick as it runs across my fingers, drenching my blackened shirt, bubbling from that beautiful body. Her torture becomes my affection.....oh how i love her so.11

I place my mouth against her lips and say my last farewell. Her head is back to greet my blade, dying to spill her tainted blood. Her throat is smooth and errorless, it's a pity i have to change it with this cruel twist of fate. I slowly place the blade against the left side of her neck and begin to saw. I want to hear every voice that emenates from this demonness, every scream, every pitch, every little pathetic plead for her life. I slice my way across her throat as she screams and writhes in my grasp. Her windpipe is severed and all i hear is her fuckin gasps, as i watch the blood bubble from her gaping wound. I pull her head back farther to peer into her bleeding eye's, opening her throat wider, spilling the once vibrant life that flowed within her brutalized corpse. Her blood spurts forth, coating the walls and ceiling in a long, jagged ark. My teeth rip at her neck, biting through her jugular in an almost vampiric lust as her life awakens me, now flowing through MY veins. Flesh hangs from my razor like teeth, sensations now arising in her spasing cadavar as she dances in the midst of her death throes. I kiss her eye's, bathing in her blood, purifying my innosence......i have always longed for this moment. Finally, i speak my name:12

"My dear sweet love, Jack is the Name.......and you are my last victim.........."13