When I stabbed you did it hurt?  Did the cold steel slicing and twisting through you flesh startle you?  Were you surprised?  Were you stunned?  Did you feel the initial piercing?  Was it like ice or was it like the fire?  

When the blade slipped deeper... where you amazed that I had done it?  Were you stunned from that?  Had the endorphins kicked in yet and you felt no pain only shock and wonder at the fact that steel was driving deeply into your sickly white flesh and that it was going to kill you and that I, I who had loved you so much, was the hand curled around the hilt, the fingers clutched around the end, the malice pushing through into the point of the blade that was going and was doing you in?  

I know that I thrilled.  My heart raced with the sight of the tip of that cold steel blade digging into your hide.  Your skin dimpled.  It pushed in.  I made a new crater in your sorry self.  I felt the thin  thickness dent then break.  I felt that blade start sinking.  The resistance.  The hard pushing back.  The muscles, the fat, the YUCK that composes you.  I felt it.  I thrilled.  I was elated.  I thought I would die myself from the overwhelming joy of driving a piece of metal through you.  It made me smile; it made my senses reel.  

I wanted more.  Blood lust is good.  Blood lust is fulfilling.  When it is your blood I am unleashing, I feel my own rises to the fevered occasion!

Did you know what I had planned?  Did you even suspect that when you walked through that door I’d stab you?  I’d slice you?  Did you?  I bet you never even had a clue that I would do you in.  

You are far too vain.  Too excited.  Too into yourself to think of anyone in the mortal world despising you.  No.  I bet you thought I’d sit and take your crap forever.  You thought Id be a patient whore that you could come and diddle and then throw aside and then pick up and wring out and then start all over again.  Didn’t you?  You thought that you were so far above me.  So much into yourself and not worried or caring about us, we the mere pieces of ass you picked up along the way to get your rocks off and squirt into!  

No, not you!  No, you were so beautiful, debonaire, so gorgeous and well hung that you, you thought that would be enough to satisfy any lowly woman who came in your wake.  A good fuck.  A good lay. And then throw it away.   To hell with you!
 
Yes, to hell with you!  That brings an even bigger smile to my lips.  To know that I , a mere trifle, have sent your sorry, worthless ass to the fiery depths of hell.  I delight in that.  Can you imagine, can you guess how much I enjoy the torment you will endure, endure for eternity!  It excites me to no end!

You my love, my precious rouge, will burn.  Your lust will burn you alive and burn you dead.  Satan will have his imps use you!  You will be the piece of burning flesh passed around, used up, poked, pissed on.  You, my delightful lover, will be hell’s bitch.  And I will watch and dream of it in my mind’s eye.  Yes, I will see you in my dreams burning in the demon’s lust.  The furthest depths of hell are reserved for you.  And I have sent you there with glee!

I bet you never thought of that, did you?  Did you think that your sins would come back to haunt you and crispy your sorry flesh?  Did you suspect that I would be the one to usher you into your new estate?  Did you?  Did it ever cross your mind that one day I would see you dead!  Dead at the end of a knife point that was my own.  That you would be impaled on a blade of cold steel.  Did you ever suspect that I’d be the one to slice you, kill you, and love every moment of the torture you’d be subjected to afterwards?  I bet not.  I bet not.  

Now, You sit here bleeding.  And gasping.  I laugh at that picture.  Let my get one.  Oh, I’m so sorry did the flash hurt your failing eyes?  Did it blind you briefly?  Good!  Who cares of your misery?  You never cared about anyone else’s?  You shameless dog.  You have no rights no privileges.  You have no soul left to bargain with.  I took it and sent it to the devil himself in a plush velvet bag .  Soon the bag will be full and you will die and I will be all the more pleased at your demise.  

Demise.  Such a beautiful word.  Almost as beautiful as what I once thought that you, my desperate love, were.  You were a god.  A god in flesh.  You were the object of my idiolatry.  The one I loved, the one I walked through fire for, the one who could use me, hurt me, sex me and still I ‘d come back for more.  You were an angel.  You, you were so special to me.  I loved you more than I loved my own soul.  I sacrificed and humbled myself just to be used by you.  I had rather be in your presence than alone.  You, were my everything.  Everything I could possibly want or want to be with.  

How I doted on you, but you were like so many others.  There was really nothing special about you after all .  It was a fanciful farce.  A lie.  A white washed sepulcher with daisies and flowers painted on the sides.  You were nothing to love.  You were nothing to have and hold and cherish.  You were simply trash in a beautiful, god-like vessel.  Yet every deity has power and you abused yours.  

Did you really think that a true devotee would be so easily dismissed and rejected? No!  NO! NO!  No true worshiper is deterred from her quest for divinity and holiness.  Instead you, you scurrilous deceiver, were nothing special and no deity and no thing worth praise!!  And I have torn down your alter.  I have demolished your temple.  I have broken you.  

“Iconoclast!”  They shall all thank me for your fall from grace and worship!  
When you are finally dead, when your blood has pooled around your broken body, when the light starts to dim, when your ears start to fail, when everything you know slips away from you in death, remember my face.  Remember my words.  Remember that you killed yourself.  Remember that you will rot in hell for eternity, a vanquished whore!  

Did you feel the last twisted?  Did it cut you deep?  Are you in tears because I have had my revenge? Are you sad because you let your dick lead you astray?  
Thank me.  I have saved you from yourself.  Although you shall have no absolution.  The devil gives none.

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