Post by terriss on Feb 8, 2009 19:56:55 GMT -5
So, anyways. I was watching this line up of "even scarier movie moments," which was a countdown of the scariest moments of movie horror, and at one point they were talking to the director of "Hostel" about one specific scene. The scene was so gruesome, that the director said that he was the only one who could look at the screen while the scene was being played.
This suddenly inspired me to write a story. A story that was so gruesome, so excruciating, that it even disgusted myself.
For those of you who have seen some of my previous writing, you're probably already soiling yourselves. For those of you who haven't, you're in for a wild ride.
So here it is, the story that disgusted even me.
P.S. Filterfed-I know that this story may seem a little coincidental considering the events of recent days past, but I assure you the two are totally unrelated. The inspiration to write it, and even the idea all came within seconds of watching that interview with the director of Hostel. So don't worry, I'm not going insane. (hah hah!)
WARNING! NOT FOR THOSE WITH WEAK CONSTITUTIONS OR THOSE OPPOSED TO SEXUAL THEMES! I PULLED NO PUNCHES WITH THIS ONE.
YOU WERE WARNED!
Not What She Wanted
terriss
“Colleen…” the smooth voice called to her in the darkness. The voice was sweet, soothing, almost loving. The voice terrified her more than anything else on this Earth. The voice belonged to none other than Malcolm Williams, the Malcolm Williams, the one boy that she and all of the other five hundred girls of her school pined after religiously. He was ungodly handsome, athletic, intelligent, creative, artistic, musical; he was everything and anything that a girl could ever desire in a boy.
And he had remained single for his entire life.
Colleen had always wondered why. At times she had her suspicions about other girls, ones that she caught him flirting with, but the rumor mill had always told her otherwise. Each time the lingering, gnawing question remained. Why was he still single? It’s not that he wanted to stay single; he had even said himself, not directly to but in front of her, that he desired a girlfriend. It was most certainly not that no girl wanted him. She couldn’t understand it.
His fingers brushed gently against her cheek, the touch made her tremor in surprise and fear, outlining the connecting points of her body and the stiff board she was chained too. The fingers withdrew; Colleen could feel her face grimace, inches from tears.
“I’m sorry,” Malcolm whispered, his face close to hers, but she didn’t know exactly where. She couldn’t see through her blindfold, and even if she could, the blind fold itself prevented her from opening her eyes all but a little bit. “Did I wake you?”
His question had the tone of a regretful lover; it dripped with tenderness and affection. “Please forgive me, I couldn’t help myself,” she felt his nose trace along her cheek. Her muscles tightened, she flexed against the hard chains that confined her arms over her head, and her feet at either corner of the board. After tracing a shape she didn’t recognized, he very gently touched his lips to her cheek. Colleen grimaced fiercely, ripping her head away, tears spilling out from behind her blindfold and trailing down her cheek.
Malcolm retreated, sighing as if he had just retreated from a deeply passionate kiss. He started tenderly caressing her cheek again, humming to himself in apparent loving, contentment. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered. “So much softer than any I’ve ever felt before.” Colleen gritted her teeth against the strange mixture of pain and giddy nervousness she now felt. “You know, Colleen,” Malcolm’s voice turned to a more conversational tone. “I’ve always had a thing for you.” Colleen drew in short sharp breaths through her teeth, sobbing. “I always thought that you were just so beautiful, so cute, so intelligent, so…” Malcolm sighed again, “perfect. It set my heart racing anytime I ever caught you staring at me.” Colleen no longer felt his touch; she continued to weep silently, scared of what Malcolm would do to her, but also out of confusion. Confusion at what she felt. Confusion that now, as she was clearly hidden, bound, nowhere to be found, nowhere to be heard, at the mercy of a mad man, she felt not only fear, but butterflies in her stomach. Those same butterflies that should only emerge if Malcolm were saying these same words to her across from a candle lit table in a quiet restaurant, in the twilight hours of the evening. Colleen’s wishes were all coming true, she was getting everything she ever wanted, and in every way that she didn’t want it.
Malcolm meshed his fingers into her hair; she felt his face very near to her own. His breath smelled very sweet. The rush of emotion made her sob even more. “There is nothing that I want more in this world, Colleen. I didn’t realize it at first. But the others just never did this to me,” he chafed his cheek against hers, bowing his head down to kiss her neck. She gasped in several rapid inhalations. “And now that I have you. My life is finally good. I am finally,” he kissed her ever so softly on the forehead, “complete.” Suddenly, he shifted his weight and Colleen realized that had been on top of her. He felt his leg upon hers, and she also felt that she still had her clothes on. Briefly she wondered why he had not stripped her down, but then she felt him removing his shirt.
Malcolm leaned back down again and kissed the tiny indentation at the base of her neck, just above the collar of her shirt, and then lay down on her. She barely felt his wait, but she could clearly feel his well defined torso, and she could also clearly feel his ear to her chest.
“Do you know what made you catch my eye?” he asked, not moving his head. In spite of herself, Colleen shook her head, a jerky, sporadic movement, like a wild animal that was backed into a corner. “Your eyes, Colleen. I’ve never seen anything like them. That simply mesmerizing shade of green, almost as if they were radioactive. If it weren’t for your fleeting gaze I would stare into them forever.” Colleen whimpered. “That’s why I’ve blindfolded you. I can’t handle looking into your eyes right now,” he paused, “my love.” His last statement sent a shiver down her spine, causing her whole body to quiver and rattle the chains noisily against the wood. Malcolm hooked his left hand under her shoulder and gently grasped her waist with his right hand. “Easy now,” he whispered into her ear, his breath gently brushing her lobe, “that time will come. But I want to enjoy this as much as I can.” He brushed his lips from her ear up to her lips, but did not make contact. “I want, you,” he put extravagant emphasis on the “you,” “to enjoy this.”
That was it; Colleen simply couldn’t take it anymore. Her mouth contorted with pain as she prepared to scream out “NO!” as hard as she could, but before it could happen, his lips were on hers.
It was terrible. It was painful. It was frightening. It was disgusting. It was revolting. It. Was. Perfect. Everything within her screamed at her to pull away, rip her lips from his, keep him from his sick game, but despite it all, she kissed him back. It was the most insane thing she had ever done, but at the same time, it was also the most passionate. Her heart thudded erratically; her skin tore itself asunder with goose bumps. Every bit of passion, and emotion, and drive that she had prepared for her scream instead now flowed into her kiss, the only sound now, a soft moan of pleasure echoing from deep within her throat.
Their lips parted at the same time and Malcolm’s tongue slipped in like a hypodermic needle. Her own met his and the two slid past each other, gently toying and caressing. His saliva was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted her in life. Their breathing became very labored; Colleen started to feel dizzy. Their tongues began spiraling around each other before they both retreated to the back of their mouths. Their lips, never leaving each other, like fleshy gates again closed over their mouths. Malcolm puckered one last kiss to her lips, she responding in a similar fashion, before he pulled himself away. Colleen felt a string of spittle break from his lips and fall across her chin. She huffed, her mouth slightly open.
“You are more amazing than I thought,” Malcolm breathed, his own breaths not calm in the least sense. “Colleen,” he began, leaning down again, his right hand feeling up her left arm to her hand. As he lowered himself onto her, Colleen could feel, just below between her legs, just how much he was enjoying this. His hand found hers, and allowing herself to get carried away with an emotion that she assumed was love, Colleen interlaced her fingers with his. He extricated his fingers from hers and gripped her middle finger. “I love you.” With that he yanked the finger back sharply, bending it in a way that it’s not supposed to go. The joint cracked loudly as the bone’s separated from their sockets and the knuckle broke. A fierce hot pain flourished from her hand, it’s epicenter on her middle knuckle, but it’s heat stretching all the way down to her armpit. Colleen screamed in agony, all sense of whatever kind of sick love she felt gone, replaced now by fear and agony.
Malcolm sighed in pleasure, tracing his lips, open mouthed, across the side of her face, down her neck and back to the small open space of chest above the collar of her shirt. Her scream faded as she ran out of breath; she sucked in a ragged gasp of air and started whimpering loudly. Malcolm’s hand retreated back down her arm, across her neck and down onto her breast. He wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed it. His touch was tender, but Colleen could sense the burning lust behind it. She wretched and thrashed at his touch, trying to shake herself away from it, but it was no use. Her fastenings gave her no room to move.
He was suddenly kissing her again, his lips firm and vehement on her own. Oddly, as much pain as she was in, and as disgusted and violated as she felt, the touch of his lips made all of that fade away in a warm cloud passion. Their lips once again parted and their tongues dueled with each other, albeit this time much more fiercely. Not realizing that she was doing it, she bit down playfully on his tongue, grazing it as he withdrew it back into his mouth. He groaned in pleasure and she gasped, coughing a little as she tried to exhale; his kiss had caught her in the middle of a cry of pain and the sound had contained itself within her throat, waiting to escape. When it did it escaped as a hysteric moan of pleasure, rather than a cry of pain.
Breathing heavy, Malcolm raised himself up and spoke. “That’s it,” he said between breaths, “I can’t take it anymore. I need you now!” He pulled himself off of her and dismounted the table. She could hear his heavy footfalls on what sounded like a hard stone or concrete floor. His movements were no longer smooth and silent like they had been only moments ago. Now Colleen could almost picture him from the sounds he was making; the shuffle of his bare skin on his own bare skin and pants, the short fierce cry of his zipper and the soft thump of his pants hitting the floor.
Colleen’s breathed noisily in anticipation, but then winced in pain as her finger touched the wood of the table. That sudden fiery touch then brought everything back into perspective. Her body lurched, and she screamed out in fear and pain. She felt a sudden pull on the shoulder of her shirt, and she heard the smooth hiss and snip of a pair of scissors slicing into fabric. Her screaming silenced as if hypnotized by the sound. The pull on the shoulder suddenly released and almost immediately she felt a pull on her other shoulder. She was almost silent, the only sound being her soft whimpers of fear.
The pull was now at the bottom of her shirt, and flowed upwards, the hiss and snip of the scissors growing louder as the pull approached. The pull released at the collar, and she felt the shirt pull swiftly away from under her. She heard Malcolm gasp, and say something under his breath. Colleen could not be sure, but she thought she heard him say “beautiful.” Malcolm breathed heavy as he shuffled nervously to the foot of the board, where Colleen felt the pull on the bottom of her pant leg. Hiss; snip; hiss; snip; the pull crawled up her leg, every now and then the cool metal would graze her creamy leg, sending shivers and goose bumps quaking across her pallid body. The hiss and snip garbled and jammed at the top of her pants, where the fabric was thicker, but like everywhere else, the pull suddenly released.
Malcolm sighed in anticipation and then moved onto her other leg. The noisy scissors did their work scaling her leg, his free hand feeling feverishly up and down her exposed leg, hesitating again at the waist, but finally succeeding in its efforts. Colleen felt her pants suddenly yank from her legs and fall noisily off to the side. A single hiss and snip for each strap and suddenly her bra was off. Malcolm respiration grew more rapid. Hiss; snip. Hiss; snip. Colleen now lay naked and exposed. She suddenly felt cold, and shivered. She heard a noisy clattering as the scissors fell to the ground.
“Oh my god,” Malcolm sighed in admiration. “You are so…beautiful.” She heard a soft noise, like the sliding of fingers over wood, and suddenly she felt him on her again. Her fears were confirmed, he was every bit as naked as she.
“My god Colleen,” she felt his voice very close to her face, his left hand feeling up and down her left side in barely contained anticipation. “You have truly been blessed. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” He kissed her once, a quick, erratic peck. “I love you so much.” He pressed his lips against hers again, his kiss even more fervent and passionate than it had been before, if that was possible. Again, she felt all of the pain, all of the fear; all of the disgust melt away in the heat of his emotion.
“Colleen, I’m sorry,” he breathed when they stopped kissing. “I can’t wait any longer.” Colleen gasped at his words, she couldn’t either. She felt her hips flex upwards, searching for him, wanting him. She felt the blindfold slide off from her face over the top of her head. She tore her eyes open in giddy expectation, and beheld his perfect visage. The light was dim, but she could indeed make out every bit of his perfect features. He was handsome in any and every sense of the word. She burned with love and desire for him, and his eyes suggested that every ounce of that burning was returned in kind. He leaned his face down in, his eyes closing, and pecked her lips tenderly. “I’ll be with you soon.”
Colleen paid no attention to his words, she only closed her eyes and waited for the beautiful pain the assail her. It was within her grasp, her most secret and most jealously coveted of fantasies. She instead felt a sharp pressure on her chest, over her heart. She felt the pressure turn to dull pain as the blade plunged deep into her chest and stopped her heart from beating. It didn’t hurt that much, the pain was actually slightly enjoyable. Just before she died she lazily opened her eyes and groaned in ecstasy as she felt both the knife and Malcolm enter her.
This suddenly inspired me to write a story. A story that was so gruesome, so excruciating, that it even disgusted myself.
For those of you who have seen some of my previous writing, you're probably already soiling yourselves. For those of you who haven't, you're in for a wild ride.
So here it is, the story that disgusted even me.
P.S. Filterfed-I know that this story may seem a little coincidental considering the events of recent days past, but I assure you the two are totally unrelated. The inspiration to write it, and even the idea all came within seconds of watching that interview with the director of Hostel. So don't worry, I'm not going insane. (hah hah!)
WARNING! NOT FOR THOSE WITH WEAK CONSTITUTIONS OR THOSE OPPOSED TO SEXUAL THEMES! I PULLED NO PUNCHES WITH THIS ONE.
YOU WERE WARNED!
Not What She Wanted
terriss
“Colleen…” the smooth voice called to her in the darkness. The voice was sweet, soothing, almost loving. The voice terrified her more than anything else on this Earth. The voice belonged to none other than Malcolm Williams, the Malcolm Williams, the one boy that she and all of the other five hundred girls of her school pined after religiously. He was ungodly handsome, athletic, intelligent, creative, artistic, musical; he was everything and anything that a girl could ever desire in a boy.
And he had remained single for his entire life.
Colleen had always wondered why. At times she had her suspicions about other girls, ones that she caught him flirting with, but the rumor mill had always told her otherwise. Each time the lingering, gnawing question remained. Why was he still single? It’s not that he wanted to stay single; he had even said himself, not directly to but in front of her, that he desired a girlfriend. It was most certainly not that no girl wanted him. She couldn’t understand it.
His fingers brushed gently against her cheek, the touch made her tremor in surprise and fear, outlining the connecting points of her body and the stiff board she was chained too. The fingers withdrew; Colleen could feel her face grimace, inches from tears.
“I’m sorry,” Malcolm whispered, his face close to hers, but she didn’t know exactly where. She couldn’t see through her blindfold, and even if she could, the blind fold itself prevented her from opening her eyes all but a little bit. “Did I wake you?”
His question had the tone of a regretful lover; it dripped with tenderness and affection. “Please forgive me, I couldn’t help myself,” she felt his nose trace along her cheek. Her muscles tightened, she flexed against the hard chains that confined her arms over her head, and her feet at either corner of the board. After tracing a shape she didn’t recognized, he very gently touched his lips to her cheek. Colleen grimaced fiercely, ripping her head away, tears spilling out from behind her blindfold and trailing down her cheek.
Malcolm retreated, sighing as if he had just retreated from a deeply passionate kiss. He started tenderly caressing her cheek again, humming to himself in apparent loving, contentment. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered. “So much softer than any I’ve ever felt before.” Colleen gritted her teeth against the strange mixture of pain and giddy nervousness she now felt. “You know, Colleen,” Malcolm’s voice turned to a more conversational tone. “I’ve always had a thing for you.” Colleen drew in short sharp breaths through her teeth, sobbing. “I always thought that you were just so beautiful, so cute, so intelligent, so…” Malcolm sighed again, “perfect. It set my heart racing anytime I ever caught you staring at me.” Colleen no longer felt his touch; she continued to weep silently, scared of what Malcolm would do to her, but also out of confusion. Confusion at what she felt. Confusion that now, as she was clearly hidden, bound, nowhere to be found, nowhere to be heard, at the mercy of a mad man, she felt not only fear, but butterflies in her stomach. Those same butterflies that should only emerge if Malcolm were saying these same words to her across from a candle lit table in a quiet restaurant, in the twilight hours of the evening. Colleen’s wishes were all coming true, she was getting everything she ever wanted, and in every way that she didn’t want it.
Malcolm meshed his fingers into her hair; she felt his face very near to her own. His breath smelled very sweet. The rush of emotion made her sob even more. “There is nothing that I want more in this world, Colleen. I didn’t realize it at first. But the others just never did this to me,” he chafed his cheek against hers, bowing his head down to kiss her neck. She gasped in several rapid inhalations. “And now that I have you. My life is finally good. I am finally,” he kissed her ever so softly on the forehead, “complete.” Suddenly, he shifted his weight and Colleen realized that had been on top of her. He felt his leg upon hers, and she also felt that she still had her clothes on. Briefly she wondered why he had not stripped her down, but then she felt him removing his shirt.
Malcolm leaned back down again and kissed the tiny indentation at the base of her neck, just above the collar of her shirt, and then lay down on her. She barely felt his wait, but she could clearly feel his well defined torso, and she could also clearly feel his ear to her chest.
“Do you know what made you catch my eye?” he asked, not moving his head. In spite of herself, Colleen shook her head, a jerky, sporadic movement, like a wild animal that was backed into a corner. “Your eyes, Colleen. I’ve never seen anything like them. That simply mesmerizing shade of green, almost as if they were radioactive. If it weren’t for your fleeting gaze I would stare into them forever.” Colleen whimpered. “That’s why I’ve blindfolded you. I can’t handle looking into your eyes right now,” he paused, “my love.” His last statement sent a shiver down her spine, causing her whole body to quiver and rattle the chains noisily against the wood. Malcolm hooked his left hand under her shoulder and gently grasped her waist with his right hand. “Easy now,” he whispered into her ear, his breath gently brushing her lobe, “that time will come. But I want to enjoy this as much as I can.” He brushed his lips from her ear up to her lips, but did not make contact. “I want, you,” he put extravagant emphasis on the “you,” “to enjoy this.”
That was it; Colleen simply couldn’t take it anymore. Her mouth contorted with pain as she prepared to scream out “NO!” as hard as she could, but before it could happen, his lips were on hers.
It was terrible. It was painful. It was frightening. It was disgusting. It was revolting. It. Was. Perfect. Everything within her screamed at her to pull away, rip her lips from his, keep him from his sick game, but despite it all, she kissed him back. It was the most insane thing she had ever done, but at the same time, it was also the most passionate. Her heart thudded erratically; her skin tore itself asunder with goose bumps. Every bit of passion, and emotion, and drive that she had prepared for her scream instead now flowed into her kiss, the only sound now, a soft moan of pleasure echoing from deep within her throat.
Their lips parted at the same time and Malcolm’s tongue slipped in like a hypodermic needle. Her own met his and the two slid past each other, gently toying and caressing. His saliva was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted her in life. Their breathing became very labored; Colleen started to feel dizzy. Their tongues began spiraling around each other before they both retreated to the back of their mouths. Their lips, never leaving each other, like fleshy gates again closed over their mouths. Malcolm puckered one last kiss to her lips, she responding in a similar fashion, before he pulled himself away. Colleen felt a string of spittle break from his lips and fall across her chin. She huffed, her mouth slightly open.
“You are more amazing than I thought,” Malcolm breathed, his own breaths not calm in the least sense. “Colleen,” he began, leaning down again, his right hand feeling up her left arm to her hand. As he lowered himself onto her, Colleen could feel, just below between her legs, just how much he was enjoying this. His hand found hers, and allowing herself to get carried away with an emotion that she assumed was love, Colleen interlaced her fingers with his. He extricated his fingers from hers and gripped her middle finger. “I love you.” With that he yanked the finger back sharply, bending it in a way that it’s not supposed to go. The joint cracked loudly as the bone’s separated from their sockets and the knuckle broke. A fierce hot pain flourished from her hand, it’s epicenter on her middle knuckle, but it’s heat stretching all the way down to her armpit. Colleen screamed in agony, all sense of whatever kind of sick love she felt gone, replaced now by fear and agony.
Malcolm sighed in pleasure, tracing his lips, open mouthed, across the side of her face, down her neck and back to the small open space of chest above the collar of her shirt. Her scream faded as she ran out of breath; she sucked in a ragged gasp of air and started whimpering loudly. Malcolm’s hand retreated back down her arm, across her neck and down onto her breast. He wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed it. His touch was tender, but Colleen could sense the burning lust behind it. She wretched and thrashed at his touch, trying to shake herself away from it, but it was no use. Her fastenings gave her no room to move.
He was suddenly kissing her again, his lips firm and vehement on her own. Oddly, as much pain as she was in, and as disgusted and violated as she felt, the touch of his lips made all of that fade away in a warm cloud passion. Their lips once again parted and their tongues dueled with each other, albeit this time much more fiercely. Not realizing that she was doing it, she bit down playfully on his tongue, grazing it as he withdrew it back into his mouth. He groaned in pleasure and she gasped, coughing a little as she tried to exhale; his kiss had caught her in the middle of a cry of pain and the sound had contained itself within her throat, waiting to escape. When it did it escaped as a hysteric moan of pleasure, rather than a cry of pain.
Breathing heavy, Malcolm raised himself up and spoke. “That’s it,” he said between breaths, “I can’t take it anymore. I need you now!” He pulled himself off of her and dismounted the table. She could hear his heavy footfalls on what sounded like a hard stone or concrete floor. His movements were no longer smooth and silent like they had been only moments ago. Now Colleen could almost picture him from the sounds he was making; the shuffle of his bare skin on his own bare skin and pants, the short fierce cry of his zipper and the soft thump of his pants hitting the floor.
Colleen’s breathed noisily in anticipation, but then winced in pain as her finger touched the wood of the table. That sudden fiery touch then brought everything back into perspective. Her body lurched, and she screamed out in fear and pain. She felt a sudden pull on the shoulder of her shirt, and she heard the smooth hiss and snip of a pair of scissors slicing into fabric. Her screaming silenced as if hypnotized by the sound. The pull on the shoulder suddenly released and almost immediately she felt a pull on her other shoulder. She was almost silent, the only sound being her soft whimpers of fear.
The pull was now at the bottom of her shirt, and flowed upwards, the hiss and snip of the scissors growing louder as the pull approached. The pull released at the collar, and she felt the shirt pull swiftly away from under her. She heard Malcolm gasp, and say something under his breath. Colleen could not be sure, but she thought she heard him say “beautiful.” Malcolm breathed heavy as he shuffled nervously to the foot of the board, where Colleen felt the pull on the bottom of her pant leg. Hiss; snip; hiss; snip; the pull crawled up her leg, every now and then the cool metal would graze her creamy leg, sending shivers and goose bumps quaking across her pallid body. The hiss and snip garbled and jammed at the top of her pants, where the fabric was thicker, but like everywhere else, the pull suddenly released.
Malcolm sighed in anticipation and then moved onto her other leg. The noisy scissors did their work scaling her leg, his free hand feeling feverishly up and down her exposed leg, hesitating again at the waist, but finally succeeding in its efforts. Colleen felt her pants suddenly yank from her legs and fall noisily off to the side. A single hiss and snip for each strap and suddenly her bra was off. Malcolm respiration grew more rapid. Hiss; snip. Hiss; snip. Colleen now lay naked and exposed. She suddenly felt cold, and shivered. She heard a noisy clattering as the scissors fell to the ground.
“Oh my god,” Malcolm sighed in admiration. “You are so…beautiful.” She heard a soft noise, like the sliding of fingers over wood, and suddenly she felt him on her again. Her fears were confirmed, he was every bit as naked as she.
“My god Colleen,” she felt his voice very close to her face, his left hand feeling up and down her left side in barely contained anticipation. “You have truly been blessed. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” He kissed her once, a quick, erratic peck. “I love you so much.” He pressed his lips against hers again, his kiss even more fervent and passionate than it had been before, if that was possible. Again, she felt all of the pain, all of the fear; all of the disgust melt away in the heat of his emotion.
“Colleen, I’m sorry,” he breathed when they stopped kissing. “I can’t wait any longer.” Colleen gasped at his words, she couldn’t either. She felt her hips flex upwards, searching for him, wanting him. She felt the blindfold slide off from her face over the top of her head. She tore her eyes open in giddy expectation, and beheld his perfect visage. The light was dim, but she could indeed make out every bit of his perfect features. He was handsome in any and every sense of the word. She burned with love and desire for him, and his eyes suggested that every ounce of that burning was returned in kind. He leaned his face down in, his eyes closing, and pecked her lips tenderly. “I’ll be with you soon.”
Colleen paid no attention to his words, she only closed her eyes and waited for the beautiful pain the assail her. It was within her grasp, her most secret and most jealously coveted of fantasies. She instead felt a sharp pressure on her chest, over her heart. She felt the pressure turn to dull pain as the blade plunged deep into her chest and stopped her heart from beating. It didn’t hurt that much, the pain was actually slightly enjoyable. Just before she died she lazily opened her eyes and groaned in ecstasy as she felt both the knife and Malcolm enter her.