alternativewolf

The burning hot knife sinks into me with a smoothness comparable to that only of a fish through water. The sound of a squelch haunts my mind: though I know it's actually silent except for maybe the most minute sound of skin tearing. My poor aching back. I knew I shouldn't have left it unprotected. I cough up a bright red, sunspot onto the floor and all you so is look down at me in disgust. "You bastard." I smile into my damp, sweaty hair, "I'll leave you a carpet cleaning bill in my will." Your stony face tells me this is not supposed to be any sort of laughing matter. But it's the only thing keeping me alive. "I can't believe you have