12 Oct, 2012 02:10 AM
I want to hurt somebody. Make someone feel how I do. The river is beautiful, my gun is loaded, my tools are cleaned, and my toy is all tied up and ready. She looks at me in fear, she can't very well scream with the gag in her mouth. So I took it out, I wanted to hear how she asked "what did I ever do to you?" and "why me?" I wanted to hear her scream. She looked at me terrified as I took out my first tool, just an ordinary pair of scissors.
She asked what I was going to do to her. I ignored her talking as it was tedious. I took the scissors and slowly moved them towards her head, she screamed when I grabbed a fist full of her hair she bragged so much about and cut it all off. I looked at her dissatisfied,... [Read More]
Tags:
Murder,
Death,
Pain,
Sad,
Creepy,
GraphicVotes: 924184
04 Nov, 2016 03:03 PM
My heart was pounding as I bolted uphill. I began to pant in fear. The shadows of the trees lurked into the darkness, and the wind growled and slammed cold blasts of air upon me. My thighs got heavier each step, but I couldn't give up because she was right behind me. I stumbled on every rock I encountered and my body wanted to give up. Her growl echoed in the darkness as she flapped her wings and took flight. I knew why she was after me, and she wasn't going to give up until she gets what she wants.
The further I went, the closer she got. The wind blew even harder trying pushing me back, but this time the spooky trees joined in as well. Mud splashed all over my legs and it was raining cats and dogs. I bolted further up the hill but tiredly collapsed as... [Read More]
Tags:
Fear,
Demon,
Money,
GraphicVotes: 717890
09 Jun, 2016 11:59 AM
Isobell Jankans is a beautiful young woman. Dyed black hair, silver eyes, pale skin, black finger nails, full lips. She feels no pain. Ever.
Isobell was sitting at her table with her go things when the most "popular" prissy princess stopped behind her.
"You always know when she's on her period, Belle," she says.
"How Clem?"
She's crabber than usual, Belle." They laughed and started to walk away slowly.
"Who are you talking about, Clem?"
"Why, Isobell Jankans of course!"
Now you see, Isobell got to mad, she made a master plan in her head, that she was going to carry out on her own, but 2 of her little gothlings,Raven and Zander, wanted to help. So she told them the plan.
5 hours and 33 seconds later, they had Clem and Belle tied down in metal chairs in Isobell's soundproof basement.
"You hag!" Clem yelled. "Let us go! HELP!... [Read More]
Tags:
Murder,
Torture,
Hate,
GraphicVotes: 618075
26 Jan, 2015 10:59 AM
“Today was exceedingly slow. First off, waking up at 6:30, ‘who even fucking scheduled that!?’ anyways, waking up seemed to take forever. I must have slept wonderfully last night because drool was EVERYWHERE! UGH! It was like a hound dog that kept his mouth wide open all night long. Breakfast was good, though I ran out of fucking corn flakes. The cat would not shut up either. However, the rest of the time at home went pretty smooth; got dressed, left for work…blah, blah.
The ride to work was GOD awful! So much traffic and ASSHOLE drivers!! This butt-head decided that he wanted to turn in front of me. Casually, I sped up in hopes of ramming the bastard. My conscience was telling me that I should go follow this guy for a little "chit chat". Well I did. We must have driven for an hour or so. I had... [Read More]
Tags:
Psycopath,
Psycho,
Killing,
Knife,
Killer,
Murder,
Death,
Insanity,
Insane,
Crazy,
Blood,
GraphicVotes: 638542
12 Apr, 2017 02:52 PM
The dream was too vivid to even know it was a dream. The setting took place at a garden party where the food and people were satisfying. Two gentlemen, Jasper and Frank, nestled among a group of wealthy citizens. Till all of a sudden a rumour began to spread across the room. Jessabelle was invited to the party. Jessabelle was on her way. Due to the stories Jasper heard about her, he wasn’t quite fond of meeting her. A hush came among the people as he shifted his eyes to see a young tall gorgeous woman standing in the doorway. She was greeting the host and walked around the room. She looked normal to him, and it was hard to believe that she was different. Jasper and Frank became frightened as she walked towards them. As impulsive as Frank was, he panicked, then grabbed a glass of holy water and... [Read More]
Tags:
Ghost,
Murder,
Nightmare,
Evil,
Violence,
GraphicVotes: 526388
05 Dec, 2012 04:12 AM
The satisfying "click" of my victims door alarms me. They would most likely go to sleep after a night like this. This was the first time my "employers" gave me a job I actually wanted to do. The sound of water running now, teeth brushing. This reclusive prick better have enjoyed there last night of laughing, drinking, eating, breathing. There final night, of living. They were in the bedroom now, I was in the closet which was getting uncomfortably warm..... Just as I predicted. My victim has gone into bed without showering. Now I will begin.
I unsheathed the 16 inch knife and grasped its oak handle, which felt good. It fit perfectly in my hands, the blade was carbon steel, non serrated edge. It cut very swiftly and had a considerable amount of heft to it, But not too heavy.
15 minutes later I decided after a night like... [Read More]
Tags:
Murder,
Murderer,
Assassin,
Killed In Sleep,
Night,
Sleep,
Graphic,
BloodBiscuitVotes: 520422
05 Nov, 2016 08:51 PM
Are you ready for a chill change?Is this your end of existence we need more darkness and what a hell of a mental state this wasn't my New York state of mind. The piano player was a physio going psycho dementedly insane.I needed more blood in my Cardio work-out he took a bite of my neck what a slayer. How he was playing his I tunes with heavy fumes poured down my face.I'm not getting any Fargo chilled caffeine give it to me straight up.
Such erotic men Wavy-circuit bad brain psychotic stock went up. Many sides of the moon compulsive behavior shooting up the wolf. So painfully and sadistic he was like a Bullheaded Matador trying to seduce me checking me out with his intensely dark dominant eyebrow's psycho trait, like an exorcism, he stared into bloody stream consciousness. But I was wearing this red all full of his... [Read More]
Tags:
Dark World,
Rock Bands,
Mental,
Psychotic,
Psycho,
Insane,
GraphicVotes: 314256
08 Oct, 2017 11:17 PM
“Pain favors the unfortunate but love favors the strong.” For some unknown reason, those words echoed in Lorenzo ‘Ren’ Castile’s mind as he stood at the stainless steel paring table hacking pigs into manageable cuts on a walnut board with a cleaver. Wearing shiny, black, padded leather boots and a thick, black, plastic apron, the burly 24-year-old butcher’s apprentice had been standing on his feet in the huge windowless freezer working for hours. The naked bodies of dead bovines and domestic pigs dangled from hooks everywhere in the cold metallic stall. His boss had given him the assignment of preparing the hogs for some impressive barbecue involving big shot actors and politicians over at the Waldorf Astoria. Was Ren invited to the shindig? Of course not. Why would anyone invite a high school dropout with a criminal record like his to such an impressive black tie event?
Ren knew from... [Read More]
Tags:
Darkness,
Wrestling,
Chinese,
Basement,
Midnight,
Homeless,
GraphicVotes: 315964
27 Jul, 2016 09:47 AM
I’ll always remember my first pick up. It’s one of those things. Like your first love, your first car, or your first pet, but they are good memories. My first job is stored away in my bad memories box, but often comes to mind to send a shudder down my spine. I have seen worse since, but that was my first and I was a virgin to death then.
For the first three days I didn´t see a corpse. I was washing cars, cleaning coffins, learning procedures, all the basic stuff. I was starting to think this job would be easy, then one night they called me on the mobile phone to go to a scene. We went to an apartment building in a less than desirable part of town. The apartment was on the seventh floor. When we reached the door to the apartment I was told by my... [Read More]
Tags:
Death,
True Story,
GraphicVotes: 311267
31 Jul, 2013 12:33 AM
Electric. That was the only word for it. The only word to describe the intensity of his screams, the strength of his jolts. The only word to capture the feel of the moment, the heat and the haze, as Derrick leaned closer and pushed the lever again, ratcheting the dose a little higher.
The electricity shot through Luke, there, tied down on the experimenting table. His piercing grey eyes pleaded with Derrick to let him go, but Derrick just grinned deviously and pushed Luke to the edge again. Screams echoed around the laboratory.
"Please, let...me...go," Luke begged tiredly, his eyes half-closed. "Never," Derrick growled as he electrified the poor boy's body again. The shouts died down as Luke grew more and more exhausted. Two jolts later, and he passed out on the cold metal table.
Derrick grunted in frustration, but left the blond as he was, breathing gently. He'd have... [Read More]
Tags:
Electricity,
Torture,
Devil,
Dark Mind,
Torment,
GraphicVotes: 322585
