a requested nightmare
I pull on the chain wrapped so tight
Tight around his neck, choking him
Pulling his head back to see his face
His eyes bulging out of their sockets
How he makes me blood boil
A pathetic, arrogant bastard
A weak, helpless, worthless life
I glare at him as I let the chain fall
Kicking him onto his back as he gasps
Taking deep, ragged breaths
In the faint light, his eyes are wide
Staring at me in shock and surprise
I tilt my head to the side, raising a foot
As he looks up at me, I remember why I'm here
Growling, I bring my foot down hard
Stomping his face in under my boot
His nose breaking instantly from the impact
I raise my foot and do it once more
Not trying to get carried away yet
I need his face still ...

a requested nightmare
I pull on the chain wrapped so tight
Tight around his neck, choking him
Pulling his head back to see his face
His eyes bulging out of their sockets
How he makes me blood boil
A pathetic, arrogant bastard
A weak, helpless, worthless life
I glare at him as I let the chain fall
Kicking him onto his back as he gasps
Taking deep, ragged breaths
In the faint light, his eyes are wide
Staring at me in shock and surprise
I tilt my head to the side, raising a foot
As he looks up at me, I remember why I'm here
Growling, I bring my foot down hard
Stomping his face in under my boot
His nose breaking instantly from the impact
I raise my foot and do it once more
Not trying to get carried away yet
I need his face still somewhat intact
With a sigh I press my foot into his face
Making sure an imprint was left
I finally raise my foot up, smiling slightly
I can see blood run from his nose
As he grabs his face, trying to sit up
I stomp my foot onto his chest
Keeping his back on the floor
I lean down and grab the chain again
Pulling it once more, closing his airways
His hands move down to his neck, clawing
Searching for a way to pull on the chain
His mouth moves as he struggles for breath
His eyes bulging, looking around,
Searching the dimly lit room
His eyes finally stop their frantic search
Taking in my glare, as if noticing me just now
I loosen the tension on the chain slighlty
His gasping once more filling in the quiet
I reach down into one of my pockets
Holding back a smile as I remove a pouch
He looks at it as I place it on the floor
His eyes widen as I slowly roll it open
Inside are three tools of mine
A hammer, a serrated knife, a scalpel
Three of my favorite torture tools
"Why...why?" was all he could ask
Shaking his head as I removed the knife
I run the serrated blade over my arm
Smiling as it slices easily into my flesh
I lean down and look into his eyes
Slicing the blade quickly over his cheek
He screams as fresh blood runs free
I slice across his broken nose
My anger and hunger for blood increases
I kneel down, planting my knee into his chest
I reach into his open mouth, grabbing his tongue
I stretch it out as far as I can
Placing the blade on his tongue,
I lose my glare, a wide grin on my face
As i cut through most of his tongue
I chuckle as he chokes on the blood
Not wanting him to die just yet
I rip the tongue off with a yank
Blood spraying onto my face
I stand up, kicking him back over
I place a foot on his back as he coughs
I plunge the blade into his back repeatedly
Sawing away chunks of meat from his sides
After what seems like hours of hacking, slicing
I step off of what's left of his butchered back
Blood ran freely, skin and flesh hanging
Hanging by just a slither of muscle
I squint in the dim light, grinning some more
Amongst the dark flesh, his spine can be seen
I laugh loudly, drowning out his choking
Satisfied with the damage, I push him over
I plunge the knife into his chest, leaving it there
As I reach down and grab the scalpel
Stabbing his chest, lacerating his abdomen
The wound right below his ribs
I plunge the scalpel next to the knife
Tilting my head, I look at the wound
Curious, I push my hand through it
I grab onto the intestines and pull
Laughing as his inards rush out of him
Oh how fun this, but it must end soon
I slap his face a few times, glaring again
"Wake up...I want you to see this."
I look over and grab the hammer
I hear choking, but it's not him
I turn my head back, dropping the hammer
It can't be, it's impossible...how?!
Instead of my intended victim, the bastard
She, the one I love...the one I kill for
Lays, mangled and butchered, in blood
She looks at me with pain filled eyes
She opens her mouth to talk, coughing
Spitting up blood with each cough
Her mouth forms silent words
"No, no, no, no,, NO!!"
I continue to shout, leaning over her
"It wasn't meant to be you..."
She struggles to raise a shaking hand
I grab it with both hands, holding it tight
Her eyes close slowly, her arm limp
"NO!!" I sit up in the dark, panting
Confused, I look around the darkness
I feel my bed under me, covers kicked off
I reach over and turn on a light,
Blinking away the dark spots
I look down and indeed see my bed
No blood, no gore, no dead girlfriend
I laugh as I realise it was just a dream
Just a heart pounding, realistic dream
I look over and see her outline
A nervous smile forming on my lips
"I know you're a heavy sleeper but really?
You slept through me screaming?"
She lay still, not responding
"Love? Are you seriously still-"
I stop as I roll her over
I fall off the bed, backing into the wall
In the bed, her corpse stares at me
Her bloody mouth stuck in mid-scream
And potruding from her chest
Were the serrated knife and the scalpel