The woman lays there. Naked. Open. Speechless. Quivering. bruised. Injured. Afraid. Exposed. Falling into pieces.
I take the steel toe of my boot and kick her face in.
Blood splattering up against the glass as a gash is revealed above her left eyebrow.
A look of exhaustion and apathy across her disfigured face.
As the blood trickles from her nose and onto the ground in between her spread shaking legs, I take her face and I burry it into the puddle of blood, making her lap it up off the floor.
The woman cries out in anguish as I smear her red lips onto the filthy floor forcing her to consume her own bodily fluids, a mix of stagnant piss and scarlet.
I smash her head with my boot again, this time the side of her skull between her shoulder and her right ear.
Her gaze disappears as I realize she is dissociated. Her body is here but her mind is not.
I can feel my heart beat pulse alive in my head as the adrenaline blurs my vision. I rip chunks of her limp hair out of her skull, as I hear the ripping of the knotted fibers severing from the sickly skin.
Pools of blood begin forming from where her skin was damaged.
I take my diamond pocket knife as I slowly begin to cut open a slit of flesh and bone.
I make a hole in her head, and stick my penis inside of the hole, as I'm ravaging her brain as if it were a meaningless chunk of meat.
Her labored breathing turns into moans of one who is confused and yet somehow still horrified, laced with a discriminable pain.
I take her foot and begin to bite down on it as I fuck her head, the bones in her feet cracking between my teeth.
She begins spastically flailing, almost as if having a seizure.
And then as I fuck her flailing body her heart stops.
As I ejaculate into her brain, I feel something flooding over my mind.
I look in the mirror and I see a reflection of us, before us. And on the floor, in that mirror, the woman who I am fucking is not the woman I was seeing at all.
But myself.
And I screamed and that is how suddenly, I found myself here, buried under ground in this coffin from which I cannot escape
As I was Osiris as I was to whom I was blind to by choice.
As I continue to be.