Urges

Mmm..Mmmm. Her muffled screams did not deter me. I plunged my knife into her stomach once more. And then again and again. There was sweat dripping from her brow and blood pouring from her abdomen. Tears flooded her eyes and raced down her face. Her arms outstretched from one side of the metal bed frame to the other. Her wrists bound to it with stainless steel handcuffs. Her ankles at the opposite side of the bed, also bound by handcuffs to the bed frame. I raised my knife up high and drove it into her stomach once more. Then I used my hands to tear the incision open wider. I reached in and began fiddling with her insides. "Ugh!" she groaned as I grabbed a hold off one of her organs, her body levitated as I pulled with all my might, yanking out her liver. Blood began to rush out of her mouth. Her blonde hair was matted and stained by her own body fluids. Her petite, naked body was cloaked in innumerable bruises and gashes. Each mark in a different stage of healing as Miss Margaret Fisher, had been a guest for five days now. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sick of looking at her. She was beautiful when I grabbed her. Long blonde curly hair, with emerald green eyes. A petite figure with hourglass hips and round perky breasts. She was everything I wanted now she's all busted and broken, and used up. She disgusts me. Still, I had to know what her insides felt like, I couldn't help myself. Wicked as it may be, I cannot control myself.

So I continue cutting and carving the flesh from her bones, muffled screams turned to gurgling, gurgling to choking, then finally to silence. I proceed with examining every crevice, every inch of the wretched corpses being. Even splashing my hands in the puddle of blood as if I were I child playing in some water. I giggled and danced about throwing her intestines in the air like confetti. I felt playful and childlike. Like a great burden had been lifted off of me. I kept a lock of her blood stained hair in taped it in a diary containing, similar trophies of guests I had prior to Miss Fisher. I cooked up and ate her kidneys then used a couple of her teeth is a sculpture of Spongebob I made. The fucking thing makes me laugh every time I look at it now. The rest of her I hacked up with an axe, stuffed in an old black fitted sheet, placed in a wooden box then took her outside to my family's private cemetery where I had already dug a four foot by four foot plot above my great grandmothers grave site and dropped the box in. I covered Margaret's tiny wooden coffin with dirt and then planted a new rose bush right on top of her.

I slept well that night and woke with the dawn at six the morning. Upon my waking, I step out on the porch and collect the daily newspaper that was left up on the steps. Then head back inside and head to the kitchen. I stare out my kitchen window overlooking the back yard while a fresh pot of hot coffee brews. The aroma of the columbian roast coffee beans filled the entirety of the house. I took a whiff and let out a satisfactory sigh. I feel refreshed and brand new. My ninja coffee brewer begins to beep, signaling that the coffee is ready so I grab a mug from the cabinet to the left of my sink, pour myself a cup of coffee and take a seat at the table. As I sip on my coffee I begin to recall the events of the past couple weeks, specifically the time I spent with Miss Fisher. As I replay each moment, each horrific incident of torture, I begin to fiddle with my hands and my throat runs dry. I start to sweat and my dick starts to harden. The more I picture her bloody, beaten, broken body. the harder I get. The feeling grows and grows, now I feel like I desperately need to fuck something or someone. As if I had a chronic itch, one that could never be satisfied. I head to my bedroom and sit at my desktop computer where I open up a PornHub browser and I reach in the desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of KY lubricant. I press play and begin stroking my dick. Slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed. "Ugh. Ugh." I cannot help but moan. I feel lost in the ecstasy of the moment, then my cum bursts from the tip and splatters the computer monitor.

After a few moments of sitting back in my chair with my head hung back, appearing almost lifeless I got up, cleaned up my computer and headed to the shower to clean myself up as well. After a fifteen minute shower, I decided to head to Walmart to get some grocery shopping done. I was nearing the end of shopping when I saw her. A tall, radiant beauty. She stood at a height of five feet nine inches. She was dressed in a lavender knit crop top and afloor length tan, flowing maxi skirt with a slit up the right leg. She had fiery locks, of auburn hair and oceanic blue eyes. She had porcelain skin, decorated with freckles and an hour glass figure. I had never seen such an example of natural beauty. Her armpits and legs were unshaved, and there was not a single trace of makeup anywhere on her skin. I knew I had to have her. I finished my shopping and cashed out. I waited patiently at my car, waiting for her to come outside. Finally, there she was. I watched her pack her trunk full of the items she bought, the way her hips swung drove me wild. My hands began to sweat and I started to fidget. When she returned the cart back to it's station, I got out of my car and surveyed my surroundings. Luckily, there was no one but the two of us in sight. As she finagled with her purse, trying to get out her car keys, I grabbed her arm with one hand and covered her mouth with other. I threw her over my shoulder like a rag doll and then dropped her in my trunk. I felt as giddy as a child in a candy shop. I tool one last look around me, ensuring there were no witnesses to what had just happened, then turned the key in the ignition and drove away. I always wanted a red head to add to my collection and now I have one.