Post by Lovely Masochist on Apr 10, 2011 0:31:10 GMT -5
~ I wrote this ages ago and just found it a couple of days ago XD after reading it again, I remembered how much I liked it, so I thought I'd post it here, even though most ppls dun really care about her ^o^~
I am evil.
I go through my days with total disregard for all with a beating heart. They are fragile, and I like to hurt them. I like watching them on the floor, writhing in pain.
Not physical, no. Never physical - that’s not what I do. Instead, their pain is in their heads. Their dreams become nightmares, and me? I turn nightmare into reality.
My hands… one touch and I can make the biggest man fall to his knees and beg for mercy. I get a thrill from hearing the thundering rhythm of his erratic drum locked behind its fragile cage. I like to dance to it. Duh-DUM… Duh-DUM… Duh-DUM
Sometimes they scream. It only adds to the thrill. The shriller, the better – I have no blood to chill or curl. I can stand the screams. When I’m bored I like to play a game… see how long it takes before their vocal chords rupture.
I can’t stand the crying, though. Tiny little sniffles or body-wracking sobs, it doesn’t matter. They piss me off. Crying means you’re weak, and I abhor the weak.
I never cry.
Even when he hurts me. He does it often. He chains my wrists to the walls, he pokes and prods me. These are for my protection, not his. When I’m free, he watches me lie on the cold stone table while I scream; my form changes. I’ve gone through many forms. I’ve lost my hair once, and then my sight. My sense of touch went after that. They always came back, though, after I lie on the table again.
He is always there. Sometimes he takes my hands… other times he holds me. He praises me and tells me how well I’ve done, or how amazing I was for volunteering. Thanks me for my dedication.
I think my devotion startles him. He treats me better than the others because of it. I’ll never betray him, I’ll never disregard an order… I’ll always defend him.
These… sessions… these experiments and trials have changed who I am. They always hurt. I always scream… but… I do it for him.
~ Aerynn
I am evil.
I go through my days with total disregard for all with a beating heart. They are fragile, and I like to hurt them. I like watching them on the floor, writhing in pain.
Not physical, no. Never physical - that’s not what I do. Instead, their pain is in their heads. Their dreams become nightmares, and me? I turn nightmare into reality.
My hands… one touch and I can make the biggest man fall to his knees and beg for mercy. I get a thrill from hearing the thundering rhythm of his erratic drum locked behind its fragile cage. I like to dance to it. Duh-DUM… Duh-DUM… Duh-DUM
Sometimes they scream. It only adds to the thrill. The shriller, the better – I have no blood to chill or curl. I can stand the screams. When I’m bored I like to play a game… see how long it takes before their vocal chords rupture.
I can’t stand the crying, though. Tiny little sniffles or body-wracking sobs, it doesn’t matter. They piss me off. Crying means you’re weak, and I abhor the weak.
I never cry.
Even when he hurts me. He does it often. He chains my wrists to the walls, he pokes and prods me. These are for my protection, not his. When I’m free, he watches me lie on the cold stone table while I scream; my form changes. I’ve gone through many forms. I’ve lost my hair once, and then my sight. My sense of touch went after that. They always came back, though, after I lie on the table again.
He is always there. Sometimes he takes my hands… other times he holds me. He praises me and tells me how well I’ve done, or how amazing I was for volunteering. Thanks me for my dedication.
I think my devotion startles him. He treats me better than the others because of it. I’ll never betray him, I’ll never disregard an order… I’ll always defend him.
These… sessions… these experiments and trials have changed who I am. They always hurt. I always scream… but… I do it for him.
~ Aerynn