Crackwhore Barbie. Part II

So this is where I am, confused, scared and scarily confused(I don't know myself what that meant.)

I remember jabbing and twisting my blade in her, while hammering my hips onto hers, penetrating her preteen vagina.

So here I am, be my friend now, I feel lonely, you're the only one I've got. Please stay, please understand.

I can't help but cry, I had to do it, I hate myself.

Am I a beast.

Wait, I am, and I feel great, why should I feel like shit?

She deserved it all, if she wasn't mine, nobody will have her...

She's dead now, but she still looks so beautiful, her innocent eyes closed with my semen over them, just one more round before I dispose of the body.

She's not warm anymore now she's dead. It's not been that long but she's already developing rigor mortis.

Epinephrine.

I sped up, racking her to me as quick as possible, I grew weary almost in an instant but slowed down. Now I'm hacking her, slow and solid, up slowly then slamming down, paused for a moment, then continued.

Her blood was making all kinds of gurgling and splattering sounds each time I went down on her, my pretty doll.

It took me a well, 15 minutes of intense exercise to cum, by then, the cream pie was leaking out with the excess blood from the hymen.

I was exhausted, it's the first time I fucked a dead person, not to mention my first time killing a person, raping a person, defiling the innocence of a little girl; ah the beauties of childhood.

I was hungry, and an idea erected in my head.

Knowing I was both hungry and in wanting to get rid of the corpse, I sliced her open, feeling a little liver tonight, I thought to myself with a devious grin, admiring the mess of myself in the mirror.

Oh I can just ejaculate to the thought!

I cut her up into smaller bits, to save for later, I guess.

So here you have it; everyday I go back home, pretending to be worried sick of a 'missing' student, going to my freezer and stare at her severed head on a plate. Ice crystals formed almost everywhere, face pale purplish blue, dry blond hair and masturbate, reenacting the time I 'did' her.

It makes me have a special place for her in my head.

Preciously delicious.
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GA-REETINGS people!

My spider ate an entire animal last night, I will not elaborate on which type of hamster it ate(hehehe).

I miss Joy Molina, almost 3 years of some sort a kaleidoscopic relationship, I really miss her. I want to go to the beach with her, even though I hate beaches myself. I want to smell the salt on her sun dried, wind-blown hair and caress her towards me. She and her 'DO ME IN THE PARK, MARC' teeshirt. I think I'll get a shirt that says 'MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A "GROWN-UP" BOY, JOY!' hee.

Crackwhore Barbie.

"My first time I jacked off, I thought I'd invented it. I looked down on at my sloppy handful of junk and thought, this is gonna make me rich!" Denny in Palahniuk's Choke.

I lay there, staring into the round light bulb, thinking about what had just happened. My body and bed was covered in my semen and her blood. All across my abdomen were blotches of creamy grey and blood red, all dripping toward my flank.

I lay there groping the edges of my bedsheets in an effort to sanitize my sin. I was completely endeavoured into the idea of what I've just done.

She had to die, if I had let her go, the fucking 9-year-old would go running to mommy about what her teacher, me, had done to her.

While I was making her squeal in horrendous agony with my asset, I stabbed her continually in the chest just to shut her the fuck up.

I taught her English at the primary school, she was so precious, so tempting, so irresistible, I cannot help but fight erection, even in class.

I saw her earlier today after school sitting alone, I approached her to offer her a ride home; she jovially accepted and I still fought erection. I took her to my apartment to give her a sandwich, or perhaps something else, but this feeling, this sense of omnipotence lurking at the darkest corners of my mind drove me to a frenzied hype.

I subdued her and flung her against the wall, dragged her towards the bed and bashed her head with an ashtray.

I stripped us both, mounted on her and penetrated her deeply, I must have broken her hip bone due to the force. She shrieked violently but her failing attempt to break free paralyzed her somehow.

I grabbed her petite figure against me and pounded hard on her bleeding clitoris.

So fucking tight!, I thought to myself. I heaved heavily, panted quickly. She was screaming as though experiencing a pulsating accelerated vision.

She tried to mouth the words 'Please stop, you're hurting me!' as she sighed but I didn't care.

As soon as I realised what I've been doing, I stopped and thought out the consequence.

It occurred to me that this girl has to die, unfortunately.

I got off her for a while, I had already ejaculated. I left her crying self and went to get a kitchen knife, smoked 3 cigarettes and went back to see her bleeding all over my bed.

"You fucking whore!" I roared in a pretentious anger as I jumped on her again, penetrated her bleeding cunt and violently raped her, stabbing her...

To Be Continued... too bad.(writer's block for now)