HOME | DD

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

The blood. The beautiful blood, spaying everywhere, covering everything with its magnificence. I had a new patient this week.
They said that she was going to be tough, but I didn't think that she would be this good. I was going to have lots of fun. It would be fun to kill her. I would love to see a mosaic of her bones. I have the image in my head. It would be a portrait. She would make the eyes. The windows to the soul, they say. I would have to find other patients to make the rest of her face. Her mouth would be especially tricky. How are you supposed to do that with bone?
I guess I could render it flexible. I guess there lies the problem, hmm?
She was stunningly beautiful, everything about her being perfect. Everything. She was perfectly proportioned, and she looked nice when she was angry. I respect her enough not to go further. Her hair was the perfect color of black, her lips, unfortunately, were all bloody because she had been defiant. Why did she have to be defiant? Why? It wasn't fair of her to ask this of me.
I had to kill her now. It was her own fault. I got the cage ready. She started screaming, countless obscenities at me.
I glanced back. "Its your own fault, sweetheart. This hurts me more than it hurts you."
She gave me a look of hatred. She didn't say anything.
"You look good when you're angry," I remarked as a passing comment.
"Ah." The cage was ready. It was my best Creation, I thought. It looks like a giant birdcage, with spikes on the inside, impaling the captive, and causing them immense pain. They bled out a little later. A stroke of genius on my part. I think that no one has rivaled me yet on this odd little world.
And it had seemed so empty when I had first found it. But now... now it was full to the brim. And ripe for the taking.
I was excited. I don't think I've ever acquired anyone as determined as my young lady.
I bound her arms and legs with a seperate wrap from the one she already had. I put her in the birdcage, with her screaming all the way. I closed the door. My little bird.... how she sings...

Description
body div#devskin0 hr { }

The blood. The beautiful blood, spaying everywhere, covering everything with its magnificence. I had a new patient this week.
They said that she was going to be tough, but I didn't think that she would be this good. I was going to have lots of fun. It would be fun to kill her. I would love to see a mosaic of her bones. I have the image in my head. It would be a portrait. She would make the eyes. The windows to the soul, they say. I would have to find other patients to make the rest of her face. Her mouth would be especially tricky. How are you supposed to do that with bone?
I guess I could render it flexible. I guess there lies the problem, hmm?
She was stunningly beautiful, everything about her being perfect. Everything. She was perfectly proportioned, and she looked nice when she was angry. I respect her enough not to go further. Her hair was the perfect color of black, her lips, unfortunately, were all bloody because she had been defiant. Why did she have to be defiant? Why? It wasn't fair of her to ask this of me.
I had to kill her now. It was her own fault. I got the cage ready. She started screaming, countless obscenities at me.
I glanced back. "Its your own fault, sweetheart. This hurts me more than it hurts you."
She gave me a look of hatred. She didn't say anything.
"You look good when you're angry," I remarked as a passing comment.
"Ah." The cage was ready. It was my best Creation, I thought. It looks like a giant birdcage, with spikes on the inside, impaling the captive, and causing them immense pain. They bled out a little later. A stroke of genius on my part. I think that no one has rivaled me yet on this odd little world.
And it had seemed so empty when I had first found it. But now... now it was full to the brim. And ripe for the taking.
I was excited. I don't think I've ever acquired anyone as determined as my young lady.
I bound her arms and legs with a seperate wrap from the one she already had. I put her in the birdcage, with her screaming all the way. I closed the door. My little bird.... how she sings...