Another

How many have I killed? I haven’t been keeping count

Well another was added to my non-existent score

Had two runners here for dinner. One that was to live, one that was to die.

Poor things looked like they could use a meal. They looked so beaten down.

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Each pleaded for mercy to be shown to the other. “Oh please take me instead!”

As if they were in a position to bargain

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Still, it was nice to see a young couple so in love

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I did not speak, I simply cut. I cut pieces from her

He screamed his pleas, his deals, his curses. Tried to look away but Fell made sure he couldn’t

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She screamed too of course, but her screams were reduced somewhat by the removal of her tongue.

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Once I was satisfied with the amount I had cut from her, I released her from her suffering with a knife to the heart

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Made a fine soup from the pieces I took, which I then force fed to him with the aid of some tubing and a funnel. An act of mercy, since the boy was begging for his own death for being so separated from his love. I made it so that they will always be together. She will always be a part of him.

We got rid of the boy. Dropped him off at the edge of a local park

I have nothing more to say

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Anniversary

September 3 was something of a special day for me. It marked a year since I took my revenge.

Feels so odd.

Never thought I was going to make it this far. Never thought I’d do the things I did since or feel the way I felt…

Had a nightmare about them a few weeks ago… that was what was playing on my mind… making me feel vulnerable

I spoke to Sunshine about it and he helped to silence their voices- the bad memories and remnants of a dream that. haunted my mind

Even after a year, I’m still happy that I chose this path. Happy they are dead

I’m also glad for the experiences I’ve had since and the people I have come to know

But… I suppose what you really want to know is what became of our guest.

Well my blood thirsty friends, aside from my quiet contemplations, I decided to prepare a special meal for that day- a celebration dinner

Back when I was torturing Fell, I resisted doing this, but it’s been a curiosity in the back of my mind since.

I cut our meal from his arms, being careful to stop the bleeding and keep him alive. Then I prepared a marinade to help make it tender. I figured that was the best way to prepare it since I’ve often heard that if an animal is distressed, the meat will be tougher and the animal in question here was certainly distressed hahaha

After letting the meat marinate for a while, I stir fried it and served it up with some steamed vegetables and rice.

We moved Gary over to the table so he could join us for the meal, though he apparently wasn’t hungry. He screamed at first but his screams soon became despairing moans. He threatened to faint but Fell threw a glass of cold water in his face, which brought him back  

As for the meal itself, it was quite nice. I’m sure you’ve heard the term ‘long pig’ and the comparison to pork in flavour. Perhaps it was just the way I cooked it, but while there was some similarity in texture, I can’t ever imagine confusing one for the other

Oh Gary, when you met me at the club you probably thought I was so soft. Turns out, you were pretty tender yourself

After we had finished our meal, we decided to finish our fun with him. Fell said she wanted his eyes, so I let her have them. She took Cat’s switchblade and stuck it into his right eye, then she sliced at his left. After that, it seemed to barely register with him when I stabbed him in the stomach. I still managed to make him flinch when I twisted the knife though. I then pulled the blade out and stabbed him until blood loss or shock took him from me, I’m not sure which

That’s it for now I guess. I’ll continue down this path I’m on and see where it leads

I just gotta start by saying

that I still can’t believe that stupid bitch boy actually passed out when we brought him here. Well isn’t that just fucking typical. A guy spends all night bragging but when it’s time for him to actually perform, the fucker passes out

Well that cock swill won’t be doing anymore bragging or saying much of anything at all after what the Wolf did to him huh?

Anyways you cunts already heard that so I’ll tell ya about the shit I did to that jizz monkey on my own. I pulled that fucker’s fingernails out. I knew what it felt like to have that shit done to me, I wanted to know what it was like to do it to someone else.

After I pulled the first one, he started screaming so I shut him up by covering his nose and mouth. I fucking love the look people get when they can’t breathe. When I let go, he was too busy trying to breathe to start bitching again right away. Then I did it again. I’d never smother him long enough for him to pass out, just long enough to make him really fucking uncomfortable. He got the idea after a while and tried not to scream but he always did, I made sure of that. I didn’t want to end up killing him by mistake, so I left it at that

Since then we’ve pretty much left the shit sucker alone, though the Wolf did cut him a bit earlier. She tasted his blood. I think she’s planning something for him. I’d like to try taking his eyes. I hate the way he was looking at the Wolf at the club. Fucking pervert. I hope the Wolf lets me do it.

Gary

Oh we’ve been having such fun with our new guest.

You know, he had the most interesting scent. He smelled like the inside of a new age shop- like a blend of herbs. It was rather intoxicating.

You’ll notice I used the past tense for that, as he now smells like blood vomit and piss

He also had these crooked pointy little teeth that just fascinated me. I’m holding one right now. After my last post, I decided to make him more comfortable. Bound him tight to a chair. He didn’t put up much struggle. Too sore from being bound and unconscious on the floor for so long I guess. He put up considerably more of a fight when I went to work on his mouth, not that it helped him much. Pulled a few of the lovely little pearly whites despite his efforts. Also took Cat’s switchblade and made some cuts on his gums, cheeks and palate. He screamed wonderfully

It was then that I realised how thoughtless I had been, for our dear guest was hungover and must surely be thirsty. So I went to brew some tea. His screams were suddenly renewed, but I didn’t have to look to see why. Ritter had made an appearance. He watched as I returned with the hot tea and proceeded to pour it into Gary’s mouth. Guess it was too hot for the poor dear as he spluttered and strained against his bindings. Thought he would tip himself over, so I decided to cool him back down. Got Fell to fetch him some nice cold lemonade, which was then poured into his mouth, followed by more tea, then more lemonade. I tell you I just could not seem to find that happy medium between hot and cold. I felt like such a terrible host. 

Fortunately Fell was there to help the situation by hugging him until his choking and screaming were reduced to whimpers. They looked so cute together so I had her help me get him out of the chair for some more dancing. Gary didn’t seem to want to, but Fell was able to convince him. She held a knife to his neck and they slowly began moving. I thought it was only fair, as he had danced with me before. Ritter’s song conveyed his enjoyment of the show and I provided the music to their dancing by doing my best to sing along. I began to dance around Ritter while singing. He reached out a hand. I felt the freezing burn of his fingers around my throat. I laughed as I felt a mixture of pain and euphoria rush through me. He let me go and I bowed to him then let out a howl of joy. Then I rushed toward Gary and Fell, knocked Gary down and laughed as I started to kick him. Fell and I were soon doing a wild dance of our own all over him, laughing and singing all the while. We didn’t kill him though. Oh no. We danced on him until he pissed himself, but we didn’t kill him.

Forced him back into the chair and secured him there. Let him rest

Didn’t want to end the fun too soon hehe

The next day, I let Fell play with him on her own. Hmm I think I’ll let her tell you about that herself

  

Tanz mit mir

Been fairly quiet here since my last post. Trying to take some time to bond with Fell and think a few things through.

Got angry with her a couple weeks ago. While I was asleep she went online and proceeded to threaten Sunshine for hurting me with his suicide attempt as well as for the pain she figured he must be causing. While I understand her intentions were to protect me, I did not appreciate her going behind my back, nor did I like that she was threatening Sunshine. But I should have handled things better than I did.

Once I cooled down we had a long talk. I figured that part of the reason why she was lashing out at Sunshine was a lack of understanding of what’s actually been on my mind. I may address that here eventually, but for now know that I explained it to Fell and I explained how Sunshine had been helping me through it. How he has helped me through so much. She doesn’t have to like him but I would like for her to be a bit more civil. I would also like for her not to be so brash in general. Jumping to conclusions and rushing in to attack will not help me. She agreed to make an effort to improve and I apologized for losing my temper. I am trying my best to be patient and nurturing with her and she has done very well thus far- following my orders and keeping vigil over me the way she did.      

That’s one of the reasons why I’ve been making the extra effort to have some fun with her. Been keeping up with the sparring, of course, but also been continuing to teach her how to knit. She’s been making impressive progress I must say. Aside from that, the weather has been nice so we went out berry picking. I know the location of a few really nice wild blueberry patches, so we went out to one of those. Came back with a small bucket full of them and have been snacking on them since.  

Also tried to teach Fell to cook proper meals instead of just pre-made, packaged stuff… I don’t think we’ll be doing that again for a while. I’m not sure how one starts off with water and ends up with fire but she managed   

Moving on, last night I took her out to a club. We had such fun dancing together. Then the fun took a different path when a boy drunkenly started flirting with us. I gave him a shy smile and danced with him when he asked. Then I tolerated his attentions while he played with my hair. The three of us made small talk, until I finally suggested we head for home. The poor boy looked so happy when I extended the invitation to him.

I noticed a small change in Fell’s expression, a register of shock before an eager smile. I suppose this was unusual for her as we were not acting on orders this time.

He followed us out the door and eagerly accompanied us into a nearby alleyway. He stumbled and fell, as most seem to, after suddenly finding himself in a very different place- the dead end path. His drunken state apparently made the teleportation much worse for him, however, as he proceeded to vomit, then pass out.

We laughed and dragged him to the cabin. Bound his hands behind his back and kept an eye on him to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit. He only woke up a little while ago. Seems like he has a hell of a hangover and it’s about to get worse.