two shots
How did i get here?
It happened so quickly
I didn't see it coming
Never even thought it out as a possibility
Never even crossed my fucking mind
and here i am
and there she is
and here they've come
How long has this been going on, exactly?
I can't remember how it started
or maybe i just don't want to
and even if i did
Would i really tell you?
Could you possibly understand?
Do you think you could see things from my perspective?
I don't think you could.
I understand how things might look
I understand how they might not look
I get it, okay?
There's just something about the fresh ones
and consent
or lack there of
that makes me this way
I can't help it
I can't help what i've done
I can't help what i'm doing.
Let's backtrack, okay?
sounds good.
here she is, right in front of me
she's motionless on the floor.
she's naked; like she very well should be
and she's lifeless; also as she very well should be.
so, i have a thing for dead people
a long time fantasy, if you will
is that so wrong?
it was only sex, at first i only wanted to kill her and have sex with her
simple enough, right?
it always starts off simple enough
i already knew amy didn't want to have sex with me.
i was aware of that it was kind of obvious, actually
she made it kind of apparent that my tails made her feel uncomfortable.
i felt for her, i really did.
that's why i got so much enjoyment out of it, i think
it doesn't matter
none of this matters...
she came over and i played nice
i told her i had some urgent news from sonic
sonic was off on business, you see
couldn't reach him by phone
i told her he sent me a letter and to come over to my house
so she did.
she came over.
she rang the doorbell, and i opened the door.
she asked about sonic, and i invited her in.
she sat down, and i offered her a drink.
she refused the drink.
i threw the glass at her head.
i was surprised when it didn't shatter.
it just bounced off her head and hit the carpet.
her hand shoots up to her head as she cries
i bolt towards her as fast as i can
she tumbled from the chair, to the hard kitchen floor.
ceramic tile eat it, bitch.
she rolls over to meet me and starts kicking
she digs her fucking high heel into my side a couple times before i force myself upon her.
my hands wrap around her neck and tighten, as she vainly struggles
slapping me
hitting me
pushing me
resisting.
cunt
stop resisting
closing in, my eyes lock onto hers
stop resisting
i can almost hear myself saying
stop resisting!
and finally she fades from pink to purple
and she's lifeless
and mine
and perfect
the first few hours were the best of my life.
then rigor mortis set in
and she wasn't so fun anymore
but i still made it work
by the eighth day, the stink was unbearable
i live in the city, so i can't just bury her
so, what to do?
well, i always wanted to know what mobian tasted like
so i ate her.
or tried
originally i was all like "fuck cooking her"
i cut both of her legs off at the thigh, with a hatchet.
took me a good fifteen minutes, just hacking away at her meaty gams
and just dug in
but she tasted like dirt
and she was dry as fuck
so i tried to cook her
but i don't know how to cook
the meat was all burnt and bland
so, i covered her in tobasco sauce
and trucked through
not too bad.
after eating her right leg, i wondered to myself what to do with the bones.
shrugging it off, i decide to go and try to have sex with what's left of her.
there in the living room, i lay her down on the shag carpet
and that's when
the door gets kicked open
"Police!"
Two shots.
The first lands in the center of the torso sitting in my lap
The second one blows her head into pieces
Throwing her off my naked body, I still can't quite grasp what is happening to me
a sharp pain enters my chest three times
I can't breathe
I think I just might be f-
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