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bow shaped
lips blue
with cold
stretching into
the facsimile
of a smile
her chin is flecked
with blood
not her own

it had been
a pleasure to bite
into the soft
skin of his
arm and bite and
bite and bite
until his screams
smashed into
the walls and
fell to the floor
in deformed pieces

panting harsh
voice in her ear
a hand rough with
age parting her
thighs
trying to clench
her legs together
oh god oh god
head thrown back
tears like
glass jagged screams
trapped in her throat
cutting her choking
her
metallic scent of blood
strong in her
mouth
in her mind
her blood
the one dripping
from between her
thighs
onto the cold concrete
she can feel him
in her
rough fingers
silky smooth voice
in her ear

she had taken out
the razorblade the
one she had used
right there and
had let him see
it
let him see the
scars etched
into her arms
in strokes of
pink and white
her hand had
slipped to his wrist
and felt the pulse
there
felt the strong
blood
delicately
parting the
skin there with
the blade
until the
blood came
forth
she had almost
been able to feel
the echoing
pain at her wrist
his voice had
been a painful
gurgle
'you bitch'
carving words
into his arms
had left her
glassy eyed
and smiling

it had been
easy to find
out where he
lived
to pretend
she wanted to
fuck he had
not recognized
her why would he?
it had been years
years taking
pills and drowning
in blood
slipping sleeping
pills into his
drink and kissing
him
letting him
willingly in
between her thighs
waiting until
he slept and
snored
motionless when
she poked him with
one red tipped finger
chaining him to
the bed
with silver handcuffs
she had been
handcuffed to
his memory for
ten years

being a man
who led
young girls
to his room had
a price

it was to her
advantage
no sound
could penetrate
the walls
she could feel
the screams that
had accumulated
there
torn from the throats
of girls with
uncomprehending
terror filled eyes

when he
had awoken
she had smiled
and stated her
name told
him how he had
thrust his
fingers into
her while
she wept
how he had
swallowed her
screams when
he had torn
into her

now he
was a ruined
piece of meat
a knife to
his throat
cutting into
the soft flesh
there
grinning
as he gurgled
and spoke
to her with
his eyes

oh how
she had paid
how she had
paid she would
pay some more

that night
in her bed
she slept soundly
for the first time
in years

they would be
coming for her
coming for her
and she would
hold out her
wrists and say
take me

yes, she would
take it gladly