Rein of Terror... Pt. 2 ( WARNING: ADULT CONTENT)

Slow, steady drops.
Crimson rain
barely audible over the shrieks
of torture.
Music to my ears. Intently
focused as ever.
Hung foot to head.

A storm rages outside,
protesting this power.
But it fuels the fire in these eyes.
Slices.
skinning the woman alive.

I call her Red. For it covers
her and myself.
Though I bask in the heated sensation
and she repels from it.
But, being gentle is an annoyance
that makes me cringe.
I savor these final, raspy
pleas for help.

Spear in hand, I go to work.
Like a wicked kid torturing an
animal...
Puncture after puncture I plunge
the blade deep into Reds' flesh.
Almost fully penetrating out
of her back.
And I'm wild! Lost in the excitement.

Plea turns to
blood gargled whimpers
...to silence.
And I still go...shredded
skin and blood clotted pools.

Liberated.
Enlivened senses
I peel off these soaked clothes
and toss them aside.
Wearing only my skin now
I cant help but run that beautiful
blade over my flesh.
Tingling. as i give my
chest a quick, deep, cut.
Sadomasochism. At its fullest.

Turned on brighter
then a loved christmas tree.
I go for my drawer
of "fulfillment toys."
Placed just so,
strapped into position...

I watch fun pornography
in dungeons, while I'm the
mistress of my own.
I slowly walk over to Reds
fresh corpse.

You can call me Mistress Necro
tonight...