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Fucked by a chainsaw. (sarah)
written by Genocide Reaper11:01 PM 12/16/04| I'm stalking you now, but you don't see. I'm standing in your shadow, but you can't hear. I take a whiff of the midnight air, breathing in the scent of your hair. Smells good enough to pull, tug, and rip from your scalp. I'll grab you and drag you into an empty warehouse even as you yell for help. I'll use the nearby chains to bind your wrist and ankles to an old wooden table. Then use the steel buckles to strap you down onto your knees. I'll toy with you for hours on end, sliceing open those breast, up and down, around your tit. Then shred your pants and panties, bareing all of your orifaces. Just for a minute I will take the time, and fist the blood out of you, listen to you scream, feel the blood flow. Then wait, until I feel like the kind me must go.. The chainsaw revs, your eyes grow wide, the turning blades get close to your thighs. Suddenly as you feel your soul flip in fear, the blades sink into your lips. Riping into your twat. Fucked by a chainsaw. Glad It was you I saw. In the park, after dark, stalked you until on this mission I could embark. You've been, fucked with a chain saw, every child birthing organ now is has been destroyed, leaving you to writhe in pure magnificent pain. You can call me what you will, psychoic, insane. But what just happened to you. Is more than anyone could bare, even if they claim they have no fear. For you were fucked with a chainsaw deeper than a ditch, and now you are barely alive, you idiotic bitch. Slowly die, as the smell of burned flesh and mixed gas spreads through out the air, while you do that.. I'll take the camera that captured the beauty and make my way out of here. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by KaoticKitty87 (12-16-2004 - 11:06 PM)
| just imagine the pain *drool* |
by sarah10087 (12-17-2004 - 06:36 PM)
| "You can call me what you will, psychoic, insane. But what just happened to you. "....but it didnt actually happen, therefore i can still call you psychotic. Oh yeah i forgot. *yawn* same old same old. |
by (anonymous) (12-25-2004 - 01:15 AM)
| Sarah, stop waisting your time. Not a damn person wants to hear your jealous ramblings. So you can't write as creatively as Geno, so what? All it means is he looks around more than you. So shut you yap, worthless cunt. And smile when I brutaly rape you in the ass with a sandpaper dildo. You'll grin and say thankyou while the blood and bits of shreded flesh rain down your bare thighs and pool to the stone floor. |
by emo423 (12-28-2004 - 01:31 AM)
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