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Post by Belphegor Cruxilus on Feb 13, 2010 4:26:26 GMT -5
Dearest Nekane,I was listening to a song today and one of the lyrics made me think of you fondly. I believe it said something along the lines of, “You could be the contents of one hundred tiny plastic bags emptied onto dirty kitchen tables.” Isn’t that a marvelous thought? I’ve often dreamt of cutting you up and storing your organs in separate containers. Occasionally taking them out to fondle and lick. The very idea sends my thoughts a flutter with devious intentions. I think we should consider doing as such, no?
Where have you been anyway, tormenting some poor souls perhaps? You always were a deviously vivacious woman, grr kitten. But still I must make the point that it has been decades since our last “encounter.” When did we see each other last anyway? Treblinka, Poland 1943? That is the most recent encounter that stands out in my mind at least. I remember we took hold of their little concentration camp and played nasty little games on the inhabitants. I had never had sex on a pit of corpses until that year and I hadn’t even realized how incomplete my life had been… My, that was a fabulous year was it not?
Oh the many fond memories I could write about, you are so wicked for one so young. Well I always feel old when we are together… actually I just feel entranced and aroused. Are you still on that whole, “You can’t eat me alive,” kick or have you finally gotten over that? I’m sure your innards would be delectable, after all yours is a taste that lingers on my tongue for years after parting. Perhaps I could just eat an arm or an eye, you have two of them so honestly you are being selfish keeping them both, and from me none the less. Well at the very least I think you should consider the idea. I’d even let you eat something of mine in return for such a gesture. An eye for an eye or perhaps a testicle for an ovary?
Speaking of ovaries do you remember that little protestant girl from Brighton, England in 1589? What am I saying of course you do… who could forget something as delicious as that? We found her praying one afternoon by the shoreline for the safe return of her father’s fishing boat. She looked so innocent in her Sunday best and she smelled of spring cut flowers, I wanted to devour her right then and make a necklace for you out of entrails but you… you had other more dastardly plans. We found her father’s boat and tortured him at sea for days forcing him to write a sappy letter to his daughter using his own blood as ink. Then you delivered the letter to her personally along with her father’s head in one of his own fishing nets, minus the eyes of course I can’t not eat those after all that would just be ludicrous. Then we did the same thing to the rest of the tasty little morsels famil. And you personally delivered the letters and pieces to her each and every time. I do believe the tart actually thought you were a witch working for the devil. I was surprised it took so many visits for her to come at you with that knife… I’m still a little annoyed that you killed her before I could eat her and not after… but oh well her heart tasted exquisite all the same. Greif and fear really are the best spices, but there is just something about a broken heart that is just the crème de la crème of vital organs.
And my how I’ve scrawled on far too long about events that have since passed long ago. I’m more interested in finding out what you’ve been up to in more recent years? And can you believe that a bunch of teeny weenies have taken over the royal courts? I mean have the Unseelie king’s testicles even dropped yet? I thought I’d ask because knowing you you’ve likely already seen them… you minx! At least the Seelie King has some rings around his trunk, but that queen of his and the kiddies playing around in our court… I think I might have to eat them. Actually I suppose I should reword that as I must devour them. My that would make a triumphant return from banishment wouldn’t it? Devouring the kid King and Queen in front of all the nobles hmm? We could even make it a foursome, I do her and you do him? Hmm? Don’t pretend like the idea doesn’t entice you my pet. I know how your twisted little mind works and I love it.
We really must cross paths in the near future, rain some havoc, kill some pretty princess dress me up rulers( I still can’t fathom why no one else has killed them yet), or perhaps just ravage each other physically? I’ve missed your stamina, all the tater tots I’ve been with lately tend to pass out from pain or black out during… it’s no fun if they don’t scream. And lord the way you shriek gives me shivers in places no cell should quiver. Write me or come find me soon or might have to start stalking you in the shadows once more. Although that might be what you want, it has been a few centuries since I’ve hovered over you like a phantom and I do sort of miss it… so perhaps I shall. Forever Your Number One Fan,
Belphegor Mordon Cruxilus P.S. If I don’t hear from you soon perhaps I will just call out your true name and order you to come to me… it has been far too long since I’ve ordered you to cum… [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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