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My dearest cannibal contortionist.
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“You…You wouldn’t hurt me if you loved me…” the boy gasped, his eyes clouded by tears and blood. Doyle could only laugh. “I hurt you….because I love you…” He whispered as he slid the scalpel against his lover’s collarbone and down into soft, warm flesh. “You don’t understand… I didn’t expect you to.” Doyle leaned forwards, his long black hair falling down into the pools of ruby on the other’s chest so that they trailed paintings on his skin. “I could kill you. I could have killed you so long ago…” His tongue slipped past his painted lips and lapped up a chunk of coagulated blood. “But I don’t. Because I love you.” His teeth bared and sank into the raw wound, tugging at the flesh before pulling away, a sliver of it between his lips. “I want you to feel how much I love you… with every cut…with every bite I take…I want you to feel it.”

Description
My dearest cannibal contortionist.
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“You…You wouldn’t hurt me if you loved me…” the boy gasped, his eyes clouded by tears and blood. Doyle could only laugh. “I hurt you….because I love you…” He whispered as he slid the scalpel against his lover’s collarbone and down into soft, warm flesh. “You don’t understand… I didn’t expect you to.” Doyle leaned forwards, his long black hair falling down into the pools of ruby on the other’s chest so that they trailed paintings on his skin. “I could kill you. I could have killed you so long ago…” His tongue slipped past his painted lips and lapped up a chunk of coagulated blood. “But I don’t. Because I love you.” His teeth bared and sank into the raw wound, tugging at the flesh before pulling away, a sliver of it between his lips. “I want you to feel how much I love you… with every cut…with every bite I take…I want you to feel it.”