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He held his hands tightly around her throat. He looked deeply into her eyes, which seemed to beg for mercy. He answered their plea by holding tighter until he felt her body go limp.
   He laid her lifeless body on the wet ground with great care. Then he took out his knife and went to work.
   Before doing anything else he cut her out of her clothes, and threw them in his car.
  He made a long incision starting at her throat and going down her stomach. He opened the gash as wide as he could, and emptied it of all its contents. He handled everything extremely cautiously, setting each organ delicately beneath her feet. Lungs, stomach, kidney, pancreas, one by one until she had been completely evacuated. He set all of it in a neat little pile, save two, Her intestines he wrapped around her neck. The other he put in his coat pocket as a sort of souvenir.
   He worked with great precision, moving quickly, without any hint of mistake. Often he would look out in front of him, as if there were a picture right there. He seemed to have every move mapped out in his head.
  He made quick shallow cuts up and down her arms, and did the same to her legs. He then placed both of her hands above her left breast..
   After this he moved onto her face. He made two deep cuts on her cheeks. He stuck his knife into her nose and jerked it outwards, then proceeded to chop it into bits.
   He again looked into her eyes. the same eyes which only moments ago had begged and pleaded for him to stop, now had a look of serenity in them. He put down his knife, and stuck his thumb deep into her eye sockets. He then popped out her eyeball. He did the same to her other, then took them both in his hand, and threw them as far as they would go.
He kneeled down next to her head, and bit her ear, he did this for some time until it was covered with blood and had deep bite marks all over it.
  He didn't dare touch her lips, nor her long flowing hair.
   After he had finished, he took out of his pocket a large paint brush. He selected the nearby wall as his canvas, and dipped his brush into his thick red paint.
   In long broad strokes, he wrote out his message, and then drove off into the night.
 
It was in all the papers the next day. How a young girl had been horribly mutilated. How her face had been cut to ribbons, and her stomach emptied of all its viscera.
   It was also written, that next to her, spelled out in her own blood, were the words " I love you" and that all her organs were laid at her feet, except for her heart, which was never found.



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On Wednesday April 5th, 2006, Demosthenes (222) writes:
i just want to say, beav. i hate you. -B


On Tuesday April 12th, 2005, so_skeevy (77) writes:
WOW, wow. Excellent.


On Monday April 11th, 2005, Raven (378) writes:
This is a wonderfully graphic little tale... I was listening to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata while reading this, and it lent a creepy, melancholy tone to your words, enhancing them beyond the page they were written on... lovely..


On Monday April 11th, 2005, your_only_love (164) writes:
hauting, creepy, twisted and sad... incredibly good job...


On Monday April 11th, 2005, Forgotten Angel (474) writes:
omg..wow..jus..wow..great story -Kel



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