The television mutters in the other room, white noise in the back ground to fill my mind as I fulfil my needs, feed my tendencies. I find it surprisingly easy to forget my humanity here, in this place. To let the demon that lives in me breathe, spread her wings and destroy. The Reaper has been lurking near these past few days, his steely eye on mine whenever I allow him to catch it. Grim is a bad sport, I’ve found. I’d really don’t fucking care that his schedule is thrown out of whack by my extracurricular activities. A girl has to live after all.
The newscaster has a delightfully sonorous voice that sets my nerves on edge along with my teeth. He is speaking of yet another body found, this time in pieces each encased in a balloon and left at the bottom of a public pool. Police have no suspects. Oh look, a composite drawing of the victim. Morons, they got the eyes wrong. They always do. Ingenious plan though, even if I do say so myself.
My current friend is coming out of her unconsciousness like a champ. She is very strong. I chose well this time, the fight she puts up refreshing to the mewling whining the others have given in response. “You bitch.” Her muffled voice is low and mean, full of killing passion. I smile as my mouth fills with water, pouting my lips slightly. “Music to my ears. Welcome back.”
Her golden honey brown eyes glare at me, sparkling with dagger dripping fury that fly in my direction. “He’ll come for me, and you fucking know it, he’ll KILL YOU,” she spits at me, baring her teeth at me in a snarl so deep that I could see the delicate lining of her upper lip, pink as a virgin’s folds. Her rage ebbs slightly as I stride across the room to where she sits on the floor, squatting down and spreading my knees, making my small skirt slide sensuous up my thighs. “You’re a whore,” she bites, “you think I want to see that?” lifting her chin to gesture towards the bareness I’d revealed.
“He’ll come and then we will see won’ t we darling,” I chuckle, running my fingers along the smoothness of her throat to the shelf of her chin, and pull my hand back quickly as she snaps at them with her strong white teeth. “I don’t care if you don’t want to see. You’re free not to look, yet you did..” I laugh at her, rising to my feet on my 3 inch heels and pulling on the chain that bolts her to the wall, making it rattle like a metal maracas. She begins to sob, and desperately pull at the silver collar that surrounds her neck, her body wracked with the force of her fear and grief. I stand for a moment, watching her and finding myself disgusted with all this emotion. “You can stop crying. Your tears mean nothing to me. You were warned, I did so on several occasions. As you can see, patience is not one of my strongest Virtues.” She looks up at me, regarding me with dawning horror, finally understanding and knowing I was right.
A knock at the door disturbs our discussion, and I excuse myself to answer the insistent ringing of the bell. Apparently Patience isn’t my visitor’s strong suit either. I can hear muttering and grumbling from the other side, a fist pounded against the heavy wooden door. A male voice I recognise, in a snit it sounds like. How wonderful, we can begin, I think as I open the door and am nearly bowled over by the force of his embrace. His hands are everywhere as he pushes me backwards, pinning me between his body and the wall with a lip bruising kiss as his hand finds its way under my skirt.
“You changed the locks you bitch.” I can hear her gasping for air and trying to scream his name as he ravages me, his fingers finding my wetness and driving deeply as he bites my throat. My hand finds his hair and I grasp a handful, pulling hard as my orgasm breaks, unable to stop the groan that escapes my lips. “Turn around,” Zander says, reaching to spin me to the wall as I step smoothly away, straightening my skirt with a smile. He can wait. “No. I have something to show you. Come in here and see.” He smirks at me, and I gloat inwardly, wondering how I could possibly remain with this fool He has no clue as to what I’ve done and saunters my way, full of self-confidence, reaching to stroke my still hard nipple through the thin silk of my blouse and making it harder still. I slap his cheek and shove him away, not speaking but pointing towards his latest conquest.
She whimpers his name, her hand out and crying as he roughly pinches and twists my nipple, enjoying how I flinch slightly at the pain. And smile, flicking my eyes to her. His own smile fades from his eyes as he takes in his lover, her hair in disarray and nose running snot down her chin and turns back to me with a narrowed expression. “This is why you wanted me here? What am I supposed to do with her now?” I shrug, indifferently, not really caring what he does with her now that the excitement was gone. It wasn’t new anymore, and I’d frankly lost interest.
The newscaster was back with a special bulletin, The police had a lead and I laughed out loud. What buffoons they were. I’d been operating under their noses for months and they didn’t have an inkling. All the better for me, I think, hearing scuffling and the minute tinkle of the chain hitting the floor. A strangled scream follows and I spin around to see Zander thrusting his hips with abandon into her open drooling mouth. “Fuck Zander, You couldn’t wait until I was out of the damned room? Let her breathe. She’ll suck better,” I throw over my shoulder before leaving. I didn’t need to see the person I’d chosen to spend my life with fucking his whore, it was bad enough to know about them. This one came to me to gloat over their dalliances, to our home. I snapped, having had quite enough of the rumours and confessions. Five women in two weeks had come to me, one knocking at my window at 3 am, photo evidence in hand to make her point.
Reaper is lurking in the shadows, his bony hand wrapped around the handle of his Scythe as he watches the sideshow behind me. Perhaps he will take them both and make my job slightly easier. I fee his gaze on my face as my eyes flick up to the ceiling, spying a stray drop of blood that had escaped my notice until now. I’d been so careful, or so I thought. It holds my attention, that one drop of blood, the one thing that stands between me and detection. “You bit me you bitch!” Zander roars and I chuckle under my breath. Men are stupid, I think as I stare at that one drop of blood. The one thing that could ruin everything. I’d left my specially concocted cleaner and a clean rag on the bookshelf, forgotten in my exhaustion following the last bloodletting. Grabbing what I needed and carrying the small ladder, I place it underneath the offending evidence, and climb the first three narrow steps. The solution is eye wateringly astringent, and I cough as I spray it on the rag. Balancing on the narrow step, and reaching until I was on the balls of my feet, I wipe it away. The evidence destroyed, I take a step down, noticing vaguely that the whimpers and choking sobs have stopped. She didn’t last long, Lightweight.
A rough inhale behind me alerts me to Zander’s presence, his teeth on my side a moment later tear holes in my blouse and nip at my flesh as his hands roam across my body. I glance down at him, feeling the wetness of his tongue through the thin fabric and grab his hair, pulling his head back with a snarl. “Really Zander? I’m done being anyone’s sloppy seconds thanks.” Using the handful of his hair in my hand for balance, I step down from the stool and release my grip. “I didn’t fuck her,” he mutters, taking my hand and leading me to the stairs, “lets go upstairs.” I laugh at him, yanking my hand away, “Hardly. We have a mess to clean up soon.”
“We? What mess? You need to figure out what to do about her. Is this my punishment?” he snaps at me, pointing his finger at the prone body lying on the floor, “You refuse me because of her? Change the locks? What did you expect Jes. You’re a cold-hearted cunt and a man needs a little warmth.” It’s all true, every word, and still I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t suck off every guy who came my way, where he took every opportunity to bury his dick in whatever warm hole made itself available. A soft whimper and crude mutterings from his toy serve only to irritate me further. “You want it so bad? I’m sure that will accommodate you. I’m going upstairs, alone. Don’t bother me.” I knew I was pushing him closer and closer to the ledge, pushing the buttons and baiting him deliberately. I planned to make him pay for his choices and none of those payments included me.
“Don’t you walk away from me.” Zander’s low tone screams danger, and I turn my back to him as I climb the first few steps towards the upper level. “I’m coming up with you, and if you play nice, then we will take care of that, together. Or I could fuck you and make her watch, then cut her throat.” So inelegant, without foreplay what is death, to cut her throat would end the careful work I’d done to insure that her end would come at a snail’s pace. I turned to gift him with some biting remark, probably about his manhood, as that has always made him burn faster to find him in my space. “Why must you torture me? You get off on it…..God you’re sick.” He knocks me to the floor, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands continued their earlier courses, like independent beasts seeking to slip under my skin. He was nearly ruthless as he pushed himself into me, daring me to bite and scratch. I did; I fought like an animal until I couldn’t fight any longer. Human biology being what it is, I couldn’t help my body responses, and met his every angry and frustrated thrust with one of my own. When he’d had his fill and subsequently filled me with his seed, he fell limp, as was also the norm. “Get the fuck off of me. I have things to do now. Go make sure you didn’t damage her.” I quickly climbed the remaining steps and turned back to look down at him, laying there watching me as I moved away. “Please,” I smiled, relieved to see his smile in return. He’d never know what hit him.
I descend the stairs, wrapped in nothing more than my skin, already thinking ahead to the tasks ahead. The air is scented with the smell of blood, salted copper, and I hesitate. I could rip out his throat with my hands, being unarmed is no concern. The complete and utter silence was. The bottom floor was dark, only the drifting movements of the tattered robes Grim insists on wearing change my surroundings. Slowly I continue down, my ears tuned to any sort of noise that might alert me to what awaits me in the dark. My hand finds the switch on the wall where I’d had my fun for the evening chained and am nearly blinded as it flares into life. That mother fucking imbecile. I was going to hurt him badly and with delight. She sits staring at me, her eyes bulging from the chain that had obviously cut off her air supply when he’d hung her from the heavy-duty hook I’d had installed by the back door. Her lips were swollen and her bloodied tongue protruded from between them, as through she were mocking me. The back door is banging back and forth in the night breeze. I assume the asshole left that way and stalk to the door, giving the body a hard kick in the gut as I pass, stepping through with no care who sees me. “Goodbye.” The world explodes in a flurry of white screaming light as I drop to the ground, all strength gone and feel my breath as it escapes. “Zander….” I barely am able to whisper and he smiles, the same smile I fell in love with and it carries me away.
I wake in hospital surrounded by police and nurses, wired for sound and extremely pissed off. The sheriff informs me that I’d been injured and was now in good hands, fully aware of the first fact and still I debated on the second. I simply nod, rather than speak and run the risk of my tone betraying me, and so I sit and stare, waiting for the real reason he was at my bedside. “Do you know why you’re here?”
“I do indeed. I came downstairs from the shower, presuming I was alone, as I live alone. I had a boyfriend but I kicked his ass out and changed the locks recently. I came into the kitchen and found that poor woman when I turned on the lights.” “You were found unconscious beside her. Your fingerprints were collected from the collar and the chain around her neck. Care to explain?” I pause, allowing the tears of rage and frustration to come flooding from the corners of my eyes. He bought it. “I tried to lift her but she was too heavy. I tried to get the chain from around her neck but…” I didn’t try at all. But he doesn’t need to know that, I did touch the links nearest the bruised flesh, and ran my hands up the cool metal that was slipped over that hook. “Do you know who did it?” the Sheriff asks, as he looks out the window to the parking lot below, then down at his hands before meeting my eyes. He knows who did it. “Yeah, I do. I saw him after he hit me. The bastard tried to knock my brain from my head with a fucking hammer. A HAMMER. What kind of person does that?” The son of a bitch. Not only did he steal my kill but he did it so inelegantly, and left me to clean up his mess. I’d have his fucking head for this.
“You’ll be released tomorrow. Do you have anyone we can call for you?” I shook my head, suppressing the smirk that threatened to spread across my lips. Reaper stands at the door, his fingers tapping on the symbol of his Office, making me distinctly nervous. “I’ve no one. Can I go home?” asked quietly, keeping my eyes on my lap. Perhaps one day I would have sisters to call my own, fabulous bitches to share my secret world. For now, I had only the one who was not reachable in her travels. I’m sure she will be most unhappy with my chosen recreation. No matter. She’d adjust. He nods and hands me a heavy envelope. “This was left for you at the desk. Looks important to me. I’ll be in touch.” I tear into it the moment my door closes, and smile at what I find inside. If I ever see Zander again I’ll cut him to pieces. For now, my path calls me forward.
3:21 AM Los Angeles time. My eyes fly open as someone, something, twists the handle of my hotel room door, seeking entry as I lay awake, my heart banging in my chest. A mostly sleepless night has turned my mind to a more macabre place to be than normal. What could be lurking outside my door? I hear a deep muffled voice, a maniacal giggle, harsh grunting, the scraping of an axe played along the metal railing of the stairs, and I am afraid. Is all this designed to make me worry about my own sanity or the realities of my impending doom?
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The Miller Killers: Death by Association
Los Angeles 2014. Heinous, brutal and beautifully bloody. This is the year the horror genre will be slaughtered, all courtesy of the mind of Matt Farnsworth and his murder crew. With Matt at the helm as Captain, and the assembled sickos that have been called forth, film history has been pioneered to new delicious levels of depravity. I am proud and slightly terrified to have been so graciously invited and accepted to be a part of this soul shredding and sometimes surreal experience, and to be afforded the opportunity to participate in the making of this next journey, The Orphan Killer 2 Bound x Blood.
Babysister, that Slasherlicious beauty, is beyond cruel, perhaps evil in her impetuous desires to lay waste to those that had enticed her wrath. And she slays with abandon, her Monster well established and remarkably well versed in the ways of Murder. Watching Diane Foster move is much like observing a sinuous rabid kitten, purring and snarling her way into your deepest nightmares and lustful dreams. I both fear and desire her attentions, knowing that she does not save anyone who attracts her eye, and wishing it even so.
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What do I feel when the wetness touches the skin,
The love of the other forbidden sin.
Like the flower that moves slowly as the wind blows
Only a touch away, exquisite pain
The pleasure of the unknown flesh, such delight
Pierce the body with the fleshy blade
Watch it change to a glorious red
Imbibe the deluge,
Taste the blood of life, love’s first kiss
All that we need is here, look not away
Hold me close, take my hand, relish the unknown
It will carry us forward, as your heart beats the music of our captivation
Feeding the ravenous animal that passion becomes
How it devours, breathless in its appetite
Lost only in the distance between our eyes
Unable to feel the fire’s warmth
I am an inferno, consumed as I burn
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Hank Anderson could hear them talking around him. They thought that he couldn’t, but he could – every word. The Illness that confined him to a hospital bed left him weak, and the struggle to move or speak had become too unbearable. But his ears – they worked just fine.
All this fighting and squabbling over a simple set of switches, he thought. Stupidity. Even if they left him hooked up to the dammed machines, it would only be a matter of hours, maybe days, until the cancer finally took him. Better to get it over with quick. Besides, he promised to meet Anne, and she’d been waiting for him for over twenty-five years. It was time – time to go to her, to be with her in their house in the clouds. That’s what she had called it, their house in the clouds.
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Only takes a moment
A blink of the eye
A beat of the heart
Simple push of the button
Then everything changes
Out of the darkness comes light
With the light, promise of things to come.
With every word shared
Every good morning and good night
Hours turn into days, days into weeks.
The want escalates
The need grows stronger.
The desire to touch
Longing to feel, to taste.
Aching desire burns bright
Stronger than any before now
Powerful, passionate, intense need and desire
Tingles, chills down the spine.
Heart races with the flashing of light
Wings of the butterfly fluttering madly
Unrelenting, growing by the day.
Overwhelming desire burns within
With no means of release, needing that touch.
However, until it comes
Happiness remains with that single beacon of light.
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I have never seen
it is with me
in my dreams
through the fog
I hear Your voice
growling my name
whisking me away
to a wonderland
I don’t want to wake up
but there are always
waiting for me
making me smile
fueling my mind
with unparalleled pleasures
yet to come
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The sky lights up
The clouds let loose
Rain taps lightly on my roof
Soft pitter patter
Turns to a heavy pour
The wind howls heavily
It wants through my door
The house shakes
Could this be my fate?
Something scratches on the door
Is it the Raven?
My pulse quickens
My mouth dries
Are these tears in my eyes?
The door knob shakes
Turning to and fro
LET ME IN!
Something cries in a loud moan
The thunder claps
Lightening flashes in the sky
The lights go out
In blackness am I
My breathing comes fast
Tears stream down my face
The creak of a door
A shadow silhouette, standing in place.
The thunder claps
Lightening flashes in the sky
This silhouette holds
The reddest of eyes
My feet are like lead
I can not move
The silhouette comes closer
Bringing to me my…
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The following tale was written by the talented daughters of Sister Tactful Temptress. Shayla Philemon as herself, Courtney Philemon as Lily, and Mena King as Chloe. They each took turns, and wrote one line at a time. Hope you all enjoy!!!!
Also starring The Monster.
There was an abandoned cabin in the woods, where a family used to live, and in the cabin were a bunch of old pictures. They contained older generations and newer generations. There were three sisters who found the cabin. Their names were Shayla, Lily, and Chloe. They came across the cabin while walking a trail in the woods. They approached the cabin and tried to look through the windows but that didn’t work. So they tried opening the door. As they touched the door it opened a little, but then slammed shut and locked. They tried to open the window, but when they tried…
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*required previous reading Asylum http://wp.me/s4FERj-asylum
I have no idea
where I am anymore
It feels like I’ve been here
Although they tell me
it’s only been a month
There is no sense of time
and my head hurts
Once in a while
I remember something
but it disappears quickly
Never long enough
to hold onto
I was in that room
I don’t want to go there again
Just looking at the door
makes me afraid
shaking & crying
I just pissed myself
no one notices
as I just sit there
in a puddle
I can’t seem to focus
Something feels different
Someone else is here
I can’t see him
I feel him nearby
close to me
I don’t want him there
just go away!
It’s almost as if
he’s taunting me
There’s a buzzing in my head
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Feel it lick at the edges
My skin a fury
The internal debate
Exquisite pain as I burn
Eyes the igniter
Surface reflecting a deeper yearning
A blowtorch to the chill, the knowing
Cravings intensify, temptation tremors
They double, treble
Blown apart as they depart
None stand before strength
Of mind, as it faces desire
I weep in its presence
Warm to the touch, it incinerates
It destroys as it adores
Endures, never absent
Heart blackened, iridescent as the raven’s wing,
It joyfully roars, freedom rings
I drift to peaceful, peaceable dreams
Safe in the knowledge
I can overcome,
Even filled with flames
I smoulder as I turn to ash
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A Death Maiden – Tortured Soul Collaboration
Lunatic shuffling like screams of the waiting waiting to die taking me high on the vine of their madness
as they echo in the deserted halls where only the shadows dance eerie minuets on the walls
a crackling delight to the aged encumbrances coming through the sconces, lights that flower and boom
THE LIGHTNING IT HURTS
as they whistle in the sun maggots squirming in his eyes a moving stench of watery decay dripping down the face on to the insipid smile as it eat at my mind
trundling in and whispering in forgotten tongues
it capers a damned harlequin with teeth how it gnaws at my thoughts cuts so deep tearing my flesh no way to stop it but……..
that nurse so sweet and nubile as she cleans
how she would taste on my tongue
I wish to…
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