I Killed Him Because I Love Him

September 11, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Blog: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: ,

We all have a secret place where we hide the dead bodies.

I sometimes think of him. Sometimes his face just pops in my mind without warning. And the moment I see him, I walk. Not away. But towards him.

When he sees me, he'd smile that sweet smile of his that always made my heart skip a beat. He'd hold out his hand and whisper my name.

I'd take his hand of course. Look him straight in the eyes. Pull out the knife from my back pocket and shove it straight to his heart.

Most times, I don't kill him. At least not right away. I watch him suffer to his last breath and drag him into my secret place.

I scrub the blood off the floor, whistle a happy tune, and smile.

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THE MIND IS A VERY POWERFUL THING.

A CREATIVE MIND, well now that’s A DEADLY TOOL.
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