Respect!
I will never love
another man. All men are infectious, disease-spreading, vile swine! No man will
win over my now dead and stone cold heart that is filled to the brim with
regret and loathing of the deepest kind.
I
wasn’t born a compassionless shrew, but as a beautiful and obedient young
maiden. My husband was a brutal man. Despite his fetishism and our mutual
differences, I set my heart and mind to try to change and love him. However, my
kindness was taken as a sign of weakness and was repaid with the most
pain-inducing forms of humiliation which included battery, groping me in front
of public eyes and my parents! He forced me to undergo tubal ligation so he
could invite his friends over for a game of domination and gangbangs. Stupid
mongrels, they deserved to die!
I
will never forget that glorious night when he fell upon his knees and kissed my
feet, begging to be forgiven and for me to spare his life. He pleaded and
swore, but to no avail. He said that his unborn son needed him by his side, but
what unborn son?! Obviously, he was cheating on me. Treating me as a bondage
slave, but showering his mistress with love and compassion. But that’s not all!
He even fathered a child in another woman’s womb, and that is unforgivable. I care
not for any monster’s mutant spawn, nor for the incubus’s willing host.
I
remember the terrified look on his face and his blank, unfocused eyes with
slightly dilated pupils when I popped a slug into his left foot. With the
little toys he and his friends used on me, I forced him to gag on it one by
one. With his finest alligator skin belts, I lashed him to the bed frame and
let loose my inner demons.
I
first unleashed a torrent of curses and profanities I had always wanted to hurl
at him every time he abused me. I then used the low voltage cattle prod he
bought to add to his inventory of toys to stimulate his sensitive areas
painfully. By taping a layer of smelling salts under his nose, I prevented him
from passing out and missing all the fun.
I
then gagged him with some electrical wires I found in his toy box and rummaged
through my sewing desk for a case of pins of all sizes. Deliberately slapping
him when he seemed to be going to black out, I wanted him awake and alive while
I transformed him into a living, breathing, human pin-cushion.
For
the grand finale, I sliced off his now impotent penis with one swift downward
slash with my gutting knife and forced it up his nose. Pulling him to an
upright position, I sat facing him, watching him struggle for every breath with
a disturbing wheezing sound while his life seeped out away from him between his
legs.
******
For
hours upon hours, I sat there motionless with a crazed smile etched on my face
until the authorities showed up. Someone must have heard the show. I was
detained as a murderer but I escaped when I was escorted me to the van. Once
again, men. They think that they are able to overcome anything. Being
overconfident, they did not cuff my hands. They thought I was in shock and
unable to fight back, but they were wrong. Once I was brought out into the
open, I bolted out like a frightened cat into the wilderness behind the house.
Running and running until I was sure that I was safe.
I am
still on the run from the authorities. I’ve been branded as a murderous,
deranged psychopath who will cut down anyone who stands in my path. However, I
do not think of myself as such a heinous criminal or a vendor of destruction. I
prefer to be labelled as the one who single handed-ly eradicated a scourge from
the surface of our already falling-apart world. Not only have I cleansed the
Earth of filth and scum, I too, have taught the men of the world to think twice
before abusing other fellows that were too, blessed with life.
Respect
others if you want others to respect you. Fail to do so, and you will have to
face the consequences.
Do as you wish, be it
the right thing!
Erratic Behaviour
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