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Hate/Love

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How many ways to say I hate you?

I count them in my mind,

And I recite their painful song

In the hope that I might find

That single word to relate my emptiness.

I state that I abhor you

Whilst I seek to antagonise.

To me you are the abomination

Whose foul and heinous acts

Repulse my shallow spirit.

How many ways to learn to harm you?

I recite them in my head

And I practise their abusive trade

In the desire to discover

A unique act that destroys my forgotten soul.

I enforce my molestation

And deliver disservice to my cause.

For mine is the path of sin

So detrimental to our love

Which I sever as a wound.

For two emotions

Stand real in the eye.

The two we deliver daily

Will prove my deliverance.

To hate and to harm...

These alone are reality.

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Thrill Kill said:

Poem – Stalker

I am the nightmare demon
The deliverer of the dead
I am the beast of rage
The terror inside your head

I am your phantom stalker
Your shadow in the night
I am your soul reaper
The evil you can’t fight

I am your kidnapper
The captor of your dreams
I will be your torture
The cause of all your screams

When I hunt you down
Your blood will stain my knife
As I drag you into Hell
And rip away your life!!

Source: Thrill Kill's Murder Blog. 

Thrill Kill said:

Story – The Murder of Sweet 17 (pt. 1)

If we are truly judged by God upon our departure from this Earth, then rest assured, I have earned my place in Hell. My name is written in fear on the hearts and minds of all those who are unfortunate enough to cross my path… for I am the Death Bringer.

There is a hunger inside me that must be fed and I feed it well! I have murdered 7 people so far and I plan to kill many more.

I am elusive… A ghost if you will. Although you will see their faces on posters, websites and police station bulletin boards, all of my previous victims’ (except one) have never been found, just another statistic on a Missing Persons list.

I recently added three more…

The first day I saw her at that bus stop I knew she would be mine. Such a young and attractive girl… My sweet 17. The bus stop is a great place to meet potential prey but I doubt I will ever meet another like her. Oh, there will be others and much more blood spilled before I am through, but a girl like her is not easy pickings.

Her name was Amanda. She had the kind of long, flowing hair that would make you want to reach out and run your fingers through it’s soft amber glow. Although she was a brunette, there were streaks of blond through it that would shine like gold in the morning sun.

I liked to watch her… thinking of all the ways I could destroy her tender body. Sometimes we would even share in some mild conversation in passing on the street or at the same bus stop I had initially met her. Being so close to that of which you want to kill so bad can be tormenting, but extremely thrilling at the same time. There were many times I wanted to follow her and kill her as soon as she was alone, but over the years experience has taught me there is much to be gained from having considerable patience and a carefully chosen location in which to execute a well thought out plan. I would not have time to torture her at my own leisure if I were to become impulsive. After all, there’s no thrill in the kill if there’s no pain in the game.

The day drew near when I would have what I have been wanting for so long. I could feel it inside me. As though it were a hunger that needed to be fed. Fantasy is only satisfying to a point. The rush it provides is only mild to that of an actual kill. Thus, my desire for sweet 17 had gone beyond the thrill of fantasy and had reached the shores of reality. There is no turning back once that boat has hit land.

Gaining her trust was relatively easy considering we had already developed a certain familiarity with each other at the local bus stop and through the occasional conversation in passing. It also helped a great deal that her little sister was in the same class as my daughter at school and were well aquainted. What was harder was gaining enough of that trust to lure her away from her family. I admit I had to think long and hard on that one, but finally a plan came into focus. What I needed was a partner.

I don’t work well with others due to my need for control and domineering nature but I knew an ad on the internet would draw the right attention for someone in whom I was seeking. Amid the hordes of horny men desiring a sadistic Mistress, a man of submission arose above the rest. He was an older man, much older than myself but someone who clearly understood the meaning of respect. It did not take long before we met and were drawn into a web of sadistic pleasure. His limits were few, his masochistic tendencies many. He would submit on command and sought to please me in every way I desired. I knew he would make the perfect partner. Manipulation is a wonderful tool when it is walking hand in hand with deception. My faithful slave, believing he would be well rewarded for his efforts, agreed to be my partner-in-crime. Little did he know that his life would soon be short lived.
Now it was time to put my plan into action.

We watched my sweet 17 from a safe distance. Studied her routine from morning to night. I admit that I was becoming somewhat obsessed with her. I had to kill her and I had to kill her soon, but the timing had to be perfect. I had almost been caught in the past due to my impulsive nature and did not want to make the same mistake again.

The unsuspecting woman happened to be out walking her dog at night in a quiet, small town neighborhood that I was hunting in at the time. She was not my intended prey but opportunity had arisen and thus, I obliged. I had just finished asking her directions and was attempting to force her into the backseat of my car with the use of a gun when her dog slipped it’s leash and began yapping as though the world were about to end. I had initially intended to use the gun as a weapon of force only, but the bitch decided she wasn’t getting into my car regardless of whether the weapon was loaded or not. A slug to the chest soon proved it was. She went down like a sack of shit and the dog took off down the street and into the night, yapping as though all hell was loose. I would like to say I killed the little mongrel but by the time I turned around to aim it was too far away to see it properly in the darkness. It did draw attention to several nearby residences but fortunately I was in my car and out of there quicker than you can say ‘fuck you’. Not quick enough though to avoid having my car partially identified. I admit, trying to kidnap a woman with a dog was a foolish thing to do, but I was young and inexperienced and very, very lucky to have gotten away.

News reports soon spread about the murder and several witnesses described the color of my vehicle but none could clearly identify the numbers on the plate. I removed the number plates and the Compliance plate and trashed the car anyway as a safety precaution and bought myself an internally modified van for certain sadistic purposes. I must confess, it came in very handy on several occasions. A regular murder machine on wheels and three dead bodies to prove it. I was never questioned in relation to the murder of the woman and as far as any other murders go, well… let’s just say they’re still considered ‘missing’.

By now, Amanda, my sweet 17 was ready to be picked out of the herd and led to the slaughterhouse. After several weeks of stalking her, her routine was established and the time to play drew near. I made sure to keep up the chit chat at the bus stop whenever she was there, telling her I had to catch public transport to get to work everyday. She didn’t know I owned a car and I made damn sure she never found out.

By now just looking at her was driving me crazy. It wouldn’t be long before my knife would be slicing her open and her screams would pierce my ears. I couldn’t wait!! The excitement was intense. My fantasies had also intensified and were more thrilling the closer the day came to killing her.

My previous murders had proven that the rush from the kill can be increased with torture. I was not going to let this one escape into death without pain. All had been planned down to the finest detail. No evidence would be left at the scene and this little bitch was going to scream like she had never screamed before. I wanted to see her fear. To feel it, taste it and breathe it! I wanted to feed off it and destroy her mind, body and soul. She would see that I am her God and she would soon know what it is to feel real pain. My rage would be released yet again and I would feel alive once more!

The rush from a kill can be incredible! It is no surprise why adrenalin is compared to that of a drug. It is highly addictive. Once you have reached that point of euphoria, it is very hard to stop. Thus, murder is like a drug and that drug is like a hunger. To be like a lion amid its prey is extremely tormenting when you have such a strong desire to kill!

Amanda was my prey and I fed on her well. She never suspected that I would kill her. After all, I am female. The so-called ‘gentler of the human species’. But what she failed to realize and what others still fail to realize is that the mind of a dangerous predator is not always male. Those who underestimate the human mind often become it’s victims. Serial killers come in many different forms… thus, my sweet 17 never suspected a thing till it was too late and now her blood is on my hands and my trophy safely hidden from prying eyes.

My partner and I chose a day she had off school to execute our plan. It was a day she was to meet her boyfriend downtown. This of course was convenient for my partner and I as the impending investigation would lead directly to him and so it did… for a time, but due to his extended disappearance he has been removed from suspicion and the case is still unsolved.

On the day Amanda disappeared she left her home at around 8am, walked downtown to meet her boyfriend and drove off the face of the earth. That was the last anyone ever saw of her again. Almost…

Thrill Kill said:

Story - The Murder of Sweet 17 (pt. 2)

My partner and I saw her again. Oh yes… We drove downtown and waited for her to meet her boyfriend. My partner followed the two of them in his car, staying behind several other cars in order to avoid suspicion. I had already driven to the pick up point earlier that morning to await their arrival. By now we knew where they were going without my partner needing to follow them at all, but we knew it would also be a big mistake to assume they would not change their mind and go somewhere different. Luckily for us they were creatures of habit and the plan that had been set into motion was about to payoff.

The country road they often took to her boyfriends place was quiet as usual. Knowing that this would be the ideal spot to take care of business, I parked the old car I had recently stolen alongside the edge of the dirt road and lifted the bonnet. I was not concerned about who would see the car as I had recently replaced the number plates with those from another car I owned of similar appearance (make and model). The police would have no reason to suspect I was driving a stolen vehicle and I made sure not to do anything that would draw unwanted attention on my way to the pick up site.

I waited for close on half an hour before I finally saw a car on the road. There was a moment of worry that it wouldn’t be who I was waiting for and unfortunately, that proved to be correct. The car slowed to a halt and I coolly explained that my car had broken down and that a tow truck was on its way. This seemed to satisfy the old couples’ curiosity and after declining an offer of any further assistance I bid them goodbye. Normally I would not have a problem killing any witnesses that interfered with my plans, but considering this was neither the time nor the place to have concerned friends or family members driving down the road at a time when I needed it clear, I decided to let the couple go on their way. The risk of that happening was much higher than the risk of being seen. I was already wearing a mask of sorts to cover my identity and knew that if I was suspected, they would be identifying the wrong person.

Fifteen minutes passed and another car appeared in the distance. This time it was Amanda and her boyfriend who slowed to a stop beside me. Amanda looked surprised as she wound down her window to ask me what’s wrong. I displayed a concerned look and explained that my car, that I had recently purchased, had broken down on the way out to visit a friend.

“Do you need any help?” Amanda asked as she eyed the condition of my car.

Still displaying a look of concern, I answered her with slight annoyance in my voice,”I don’t suppose your friend has any tools I could borrow? You’d think I would have bought my own with the way this piece of shit is running.”

Amanda’s boyfriend, Trent, smiles and offers to look at my car for me. This is what I had been hoping for and thank him for his kindness.
While Trent pulls his car over to the edge of the road, I walk over to my car and quickly press a button on a device that alerts my partner all is going to plan. He buzzes me back to let me know he got the message and would be arriving shortly. Trent grabs a toolbox from the back of his car and approaches mine with Amanda following closely behind.

”So, what do you think is wrong with it?” asks Trent as he looks at the engine.

I answer him with false concern knowing full well the car is in perfect running order, “To be honest, I’m not sure. I know it hasn’t run out of fuel because I filled it up before I left.”

Trent asks me to start the engine to determine if there is a problem with the battery. This is my opportunity to grab the gun I had hidden earlier in the middle console. Instead of starting the engine, I walk back to where Amanda and Trent are standing with the gun safely hidden in the back of my jeans. Amanda looks confused and asks me what I am doing. I explain that I must have dropped my keys earlier and pretend to search for them. I notice my partner’s car approaching in the distance and while Amanda and Trent are searching the dirt road for the keys, I take the opportunity to remove the gun from my jeans and point the barrel at Trent’s head. He immediately raises his arms as I order him not to move. Amanda looks up in shock at the sight of the gun.

”Hey… whoa… what’s with the gun?” she asks as surprise turns to fear.

I order her to shut her mouth and remain perfectly still unless she wants a bullet in her head. With a look of confusion she begins to open her mouth to speak, but before the words could leave her lips I point the barrel at her feet and pull the trigger. Dust blows up around her as the bullets hit the dirt. She screams in fright and with a look of terror, decides it is best to keep quiet.

My partner, who has finally arrived, pulls up beside me and gets out of his car. He is carrying a hunting knife and is clearly satisfied to see that everything is going to plan. I order Amanda and Trent to the trunk of my car and force them to lay down inside it as my partner gags them and binds them with rope. Once they are securely tied, he closes the lid and walks over to Trent’s car. The car must be carefully hidden in order to avoid suspicion. An area such as this provides plenty of bushland for such an endeavor. My partner drives it down the embankment and into the tall bushes beside the road. It is well and truly covered from view as he removes the compliance and number plates from the vehicle. He also removes any identifying items from inside the car and places them in a large garbage bag which will be buried with the bodies of Amanda and Trent.

He is in the process of removing the number plates when a car appears in the distance. The driver doesn’t see him or the car that is carefully hidden in the bushes and continues on down the road. I smile as he drives on by to show that all is well.

As soon as the dust has settled, my partner emerges from the bushes on foot and heads back towards me, placing the garbage bag containing Trent’s possessions on the floor in the back the stolen vehicle. His concern is showing as he looks down the road that the last car had passed on. I assure him that everything is going to plan and he relaxes with the thought that our next stop is the location in which we will be torturing our prey.

I check up and down the road to make sure no one is coming and take a look in the trunk to make sure everything is as it was. The two in the back, who had been laying quietly, start yelling through their gags as soon as they hear the lid open.

”SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I hear you two even once in the back and I’m gonna pull this car over and shoot you both in the head. You got that?!” I say to them with a commanding voice.

Amanda and Trent nod their heads and lay still again. I can hear Amanda crying underneath her hood and smile to myself as I close the lid on the trunk. I get back into the car and drive off down the road leaving a trail of dust behind me. I’m not too concerned about any tire marks that may have been left on the road in mine and my partner’s departure as the wind has been blowing strong enough to cover almost everything with dust. I have hated dirt roads in the past for that very reason, but today the dust and the wind are very much appreciated.

My partner has already taken off up the road ahead of me in order to make sure the killing ground is still clear for my arrival. It’s a hard location to find for someone who is unfamiliar with the Australian outback. It’s not exactly what one would call uncharted territory, but very secluded just the same. The outback has a lot to offer a person with murder on their mind and that is exactly what I had on mine.

Death comes in many forms. With some it is quick and painless. With others it is slow and agonizing. I planned to torture Amanda in such a way that she would be calling upon death before it had ever reached her body. This is where I get my thrill… watching her in fear and pain. Releasing my rage on her delicate, tender flesh. I hear her screams in my head and it gives me the greatest pleasure to remember the events of that glorious day. A trophy is only as good as its kill, but my trophy from Amanda is one I will cherish above all others… until I meet my next victim anyway. Let’s hope she is as good as the last one.

I finally reach the dirt track that leads part way to the place I call my killing ground. The rest of the way must be travelled by foot. My partner is there already, as was the plan. I wait until he emerges from the scrub before removing my prey from the trunk of the car. He arrives back half hour later and declares the area clear. He is somewhat flustered as he approaches but seems happy with the final surveillance.

We both move to the back of the stolen car and open the trunk. Amanda is dragged out first, then Trent. I order them to their feet after my partner removes the ropes from their ankles and places a lead rope around their neck.

Thrill Kill said:

Story - The Murder of Sweet 17 (pt. 3)

Amanda, who is clearly confused as to what is happening, tries to talk through her gag, but only produces a muffled sound. I had ordered her earlier not to talk unless spoken to and decide to teach her a lesson for being disobedient to my commands.

”You’re little bitch here has got a mouth on her”, I say as I face Trent. “I tell you two to shut up and still the bitch can’t seem to shut her fucking mouth. It’s time to learn a lesson in obedience!”.

By now my partner has grabbed my black leather bag out of the car containing all the tools required to perform various forms of torture and stands beside me holding the bag in one hand and a hunting knife in the other. I tell him to hand me my knife and as he does, I grab it and immediately ram the blade into the top of Amanda’s arm. With the hood still on her head and gag in her mouth, she screams as the knife tears at her skin and blood pours down her arm, slowly dripping off the tips of her fingers. She collapses in pain but is forced to her feet again. Crying uncontrollably she reluctantly stands back up and is immediately lead forward by the rope around her neck. My partner holds the rope around Trent’s neck and leads him while I walk behind, leading Amanda.

A good half hour passes before we finally reach the killing ground. Normally the walk would have only taken about 20 minutes, but leading two hooded people through fairly dense scrub by rope is not exactly easy. Extra time had been considered for such a walk anyway, so the time itself was not a real issue.

Upon arrival, we remove the hoods from our victim’s heads and tie each one to a solid tree in an upright position, facing each other. They are fully clothed still as both are finally bound to a tree each.

”Tell me Trent, do you ever have dark fantasies about your little girlfriend here?” I ask as a sinister smile sends a shiver down Trent’s spine.
He shakes his head in defiance, but I know he’s lying.

I push the question again in order to seek the truth, “Oh come now, everyone has some dark fantasies they’d like fulfilled. Hell, I know I’ve had a few about her. In fact, I am fulfilling one of them right now…”

Amanda, who is clearly repulsed by the conversation yells out in disgust, “You’re sick, you know that?!”

”Oh, I know and I LOVE IT!” I say with a smile that is now much broader than before.

I turn to Trent who appears angry and defiant, “Trent, we’re gonna play a game. I’m going to ask you what you’d like me to do to your girlfriend and you’re going to answer me. If you don’t answer me, I will hurt her anyway and it will be worse than anything you could even dream of!”

”FUCK YOU!” he yells as he struggles against the ropes.

I am amused at Trent’s defiance in such a desperate situation and decide to let my partner have his fun with him for a little while, to break his pride.

“No Trent… Fuck YOU”

I turn to my partner and demand the knife that he is holding in his hand and walk back to Trent, facing him with the knife to his neck. ”You need to learn some manners, boy and my partner here knows exactly how to teach you”.

Amanda, who has been crying quietly, suddenly looks at me and is terrified at the thought of what my partner may have in mind, “Oh my god, what are you going to do to him? Please don’t hurt him… Please!”

Ignoring Amanda’s please for mercy, I tell my partner to have his way with Trent.

”You told me you’ve always wanted to rape a man… Well, here’s your chance”.

My partner is surprised at this turn of events, but accepts it openly. He has had many rape fantasies over the years… some in relation to girls… some with guys and is clearly excited at the prospect of fulfilling them.

My partner unties Trent from the tree, a bulge appearing in his pants in the process. I look at it and smile. He is definitely ready to play.

My partner stands before him and tells him to get on his knees. I hold the gun in my hand and point it at his head as he is forced to suck on my partners cock. My partner pushes his cock harder into Trent’s mouth, face fucking him. Trent gags on the cock as it touches the back of his throat with each thrust.
He thrusts one last time and removes his cock from Trent’s mouth. He is saving the best for last. Trent gags and vomits on the ground in disgust. He is by no means gay and even less gay now. My partners cock is still hard as a rock as he orders Trent to get on his feet and pull down his pants. I can’t help but smile at the show in front of me.

He orders Trent to bend over with his arms holding the tree for support. He slowly slides his cock into Trent’s virgin ass and begins thrusting, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Trent yells out in pain feeling as though his ass is being ripped open. My partner yells out in ecstasy as his orgasm reaches its peak. One hard final thrust and he releases his cum all over Trent’s ass. He cleans himself off and puts his cock back in his pants. I had never seen a more satisfied look on the man’s face.

”Well boys”, I say with a look of amusement, “You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn… Trent, get up and get dressed!”

Trent is exhausted and still in pain from the ass raping but he slowly pulls his pants back up and stands with his back to the tree again. My partner ties him back up and watches, waiting for my next move. I walk over to Amanda and cut her clothes off, exposing her naked body. She is slim, attractive and incredibly sexy and definitely worth every ounce of the pain I am about to inflict on her. I look back at Trent and for a moment, I envy the time he has spent with her alone. None of that matters anymore though because now she is all mine!

”Tell me Trent, what shall we do to your girlfriend here?”

”I… I… don’t know”.

”Yes you do. Now tell me!”

Trent, fearing that he will be raped again if he doesn’t suggest something soon, answers solemnly, “I guess I want you to rape her, but not with the knife.”
Considering their bodies will be buried in a place that no one will ever find them, I ponder the thought of raping my sweet 17. I have wanted to touch her for so long. To feel her breasts against my flesh. The taste of her pussy on my lips, but I have to admit, I have waited much longer to see her in pain than to ever see her in pleasure. I decide to forgo the game with Trent and force him to watch me as I torture her instead. I place the gag back in her mouth to avoid her making too much noise. She screams through the gag as I drag the blade of my knife over her tender flesh, drawing a river of blood as I go. Oh how she excites me!!

When I am finished with the knife, my partner hands me a length of chain approximately a meter long and I proceed to whip her with it until she bleeds. She is screaming and crying and collapses against the tree in pain. I remove the gag from her mouth and take out a length of wire from my black leather bag and wrap it around her neck, tightening it ever so slowly. She looks at me, her eyes bulging in an attempt to gasp for air but finding none. It is as though something inside me has switched on and all I can think is KILL! I want to kill her so bad!!!

Trent is yelling at me to stop, but my hands have a mind of their own and I continue to strangle her. A trickle of blood flows gently from a line of red around Amanda’s throat as I reluctantly release the wire on her neck. She gasps for air in a desperate attempt to breathe again. I could have killed her there and then, but I love to use my knife more than anything else. My partner hands it to me and stands well back. Trent is yelling at me to stop but his words are pushed out of my head as I feel the rush intensifying in readiness of the kill.

I raise the knife and bring it down hard, ramming the blade into Amanda’s neck with such force that I see the tip appear out the other side of her throat. Her screams gradually die as she gurgles and chokes on her own blood. The stench of piss and shit fills the air as her bladder and bowels are released.
The rush is intensified immensely and a sense of euphoria sends my body into a spasm of incredible pleasure. My sweet 17 is dead and I have finally claimed her soul… I AM A GOD!!

I can’t help but smile as I slide the knife out of Amanda’s neck and face Trent who is, by now, clearly horrified. His face is completely white and he is literally shaking in fear as he stares into the blackness of my eyes. If there is a monster inside me, he could see it now. I am a predator, first and foremost. They all see it in the end!

Thrill Kill said:

Story - The Murder of Sweet 17 (pt. 4)

I walked towards him with a smile that even my partner has cringed from. I felt alive for the first time in a long time and I felt dangerous!! It was as though the world were spinning around me at that very moment instead of the other way around. It was intense!! Each kill is different, but this one was my best yet!
I walked towards Trent and smiled as he pissed his pants in fear. My face was covered in Amanda’s blood and still that deadly smile played on my lips as I raised the knife above my head. Trent yelled out as the blade sliced open his chest and with one last look at his new God, he collapsed in a pool of blood. I bent down to watch the light as it left his eyes and hear the final breath that left his lips. He was finally dead, but I had one more to contend with, unbeknown to my partner.

With the murder of Amanda and Trent finally complete, the day slowly died and what had seemed like an eternity of evidential clean-up was now coming to an end. As I ordered my partner to dig one more grave he looked at me in surprise and asked me why. My answer was evident as I looked at him and smiled a sinister smile.

”You don’t seriously think I plan to work with you again?”

”Well, that was the general idea, wasn’t it?” he asks with trepidation in his voice.

”Who’s idea… Yours or mine?” I replied.

”Well… it was mi…” He replies as realization dawns on his face, “oh fuck. You’re gonna kill me also!”

“Now that’s what I call ‘the general idea’”. I said with a grin.

”I should have fucking known you’d betray me like this!”

“Oh come now, I never betrayed you. You assumed I wanted to work with you again.”

”I assumed my own goddamn death is what I did!”.

”Now you’re getting the picture. Let’s play a game shall we. You run, I’ll hunt!”.

”You know what… you can go fuck yourself! You aren’t killing me without a fight!”

”Then a fight it shall be. Now RUN!”

My partner, who had now become my prey, throws the spade he was digging with towards me and takes off through the bushes. He is fully aware that I am carrying a loaded weapon and could use it at any time. But he also knows I love a challenge and would rather kill him with my knife then with a bullet. I chase after him with the hunting knife I had tucked into my belt earlier. The game is now on!

I see him in the distance as he runs between trees. The daylight was fading and the shadows were long. Soon it would be dark and much harder to find my prey. But oh how I loved to hunt! I would find him and I would claim my prey as I did with all the others. It was just a matter of time before his luck ran out.

I stopped for a minute to listen to the sounds of the bush. He had stopped also it seemed. In the midst of this bushland even the birds were unusually quiet. Stealthily I approached what I had thought was a figure hiding behind a tree, much to my surprise I was attacked from a different direction at that very moment. My head began to throb as a rock was slammed into the back of it. I quickly ducked to avoid a second blow and turned to face my partner. He looked at me with fear and anger and I knew if I didn’t kill him now, he would hunt me down until he did. He was pissed and I was bleeding like a bitch at the back of my head. There was no way in hell I was going to let him survive this hunt. I had to win!!

I held onto my knife and slashed at his stomach. He managed to avoid the slashes for the most part but one final slash hit its mark just below his navel. He attempted to throw the rock at my head but it avoided its target by a mere centremeter and I was able to take that opportunity to go in for the kill.

I ducked and ran for his body with my blade, his fist hit my face but I was not to be deterred. I came back and went in harder, this time hitting the mark with the blade as it slashed at his stomach, opening him up. He looked at me in surprise and shock and clutched at his belly as I drove the blade in as hard as I could, ripping it sideways in order to disembowel him. He screamed in pain as I drove the knife in again, stabbing him in the chest with such force that it sliced through bone. He fell to his knees in agony. I smiled as I kicked him to the ground with my boot and watched him as he finally breathed his last…

GAME OVER

Turncoat said: 

Thrill Kill said:

Poem – Stalker

I am the nightmare demon
The deliverer of the dead
I am the beast of rage
The terror inside your head

I am your phantom stalker
Your shadow in the night
I am your soul reaper
The evil you can’t fight

I am your kidnapper
The captor of your dreams
I will be your torture
The cause of all your screams

When I hunt you down
Your blood will stain my knife
As I drag you into Hell
And rip away your life!!

Source: Thrill Kill's Murder Blog. 

 demon and phantom KEKW

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Chapo said: 

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