Warning: It's not as suspenseful or thrilling, but it has some content that should not be read by younger readers
A scream with no words; how delightful it is to hear the silence on the tip of your tongue. Not a single sound leaves you, but your eyes beg for mercy, yet even with all the mercy in the world I would not allow you such satisfaction. To see your blood slowly drip down your arms and thread its way to the ground, and the fear held so beautifully on your face; how I love it.
The urge to slash those high cheeks and pouty lips you possess. To smash in every bone in your body and tear you limb from limb; how I desire to do so, my pretty little doll. So pretty and small, all chained and dressed up hanging from the wall. With such tiny wrists and ankles that I could fully grasp upon, with gorgeous hair that would bring other women to shame, how perfect you are in this small room I hold you in. And all mine. You won’t be leaving me again. We will never be alone. I grabbed the thin neck and gave it a good squeeze, loving the way her body seem to tense and coil together. Just you and me; forever.
