First Cut is the Deepest
A body prone. Cold steel balanced in my hand. Weapon of choice.
Fat bastard. Disgusting, worthless piece of shit. Undeserving of my skill, my God given talent. Just like the one before him, just like all the rest.
I lower the gleaming blade, rest it on putrescent flesh. I hold it for a timeless, exquisite moment. And then I push 'til the surface tension gives. Blood seeps out. My heart pounds. Deeper and deeper I cut. I feel myself begin to harden. Blood on my hands. Flesh ripped apart. Face soaked in sweat. Orgasmic.
'Nurse?'
'Yes, Doctor?'
'Mop my brow.'
A body prone. Cold steel balanced in my hand. Weapon of choice.
Fat bastard. Disgusting, worthless piece of shit. Undeserving of my skill, my God given talent. Just like the one before him, just like all the rest.
I lower the gleaming blade, rest it on putrescent flesh. I hold it for a timeless, exquisite moment. And then I push 'til the surface tension gives. Blood seeps out. My heart pounds. Deeper and deeper I cut. I feel myself begin to harden. Blood on my hands. Flesh ripped apart. Face soaked in sweat. Orgasmic.
'Nurse?'
'Yes, Doctor?'
'Mop my brow.'
