Last night's massacre was the best ever.
Seeing how they begging to be freed for the torturing action.
I loved to hear their voice, kept saying
"Help me, please."
I was sitting and enjoying the scene before starting the real scene.

One, two, three of them.
Three handsome men, they were heart breaker.
Beguiled their lovers, with their appearance.
Took anything from them and left those pretty girls drowning in tears in their loneliness.

The mad psychopath in me, controlled me over.
Designing a game, to take revenge on them.
Three different men, who have made my heart broken.
At different time, with different ways either.

I loved to hear they screamed.
Begging for mercy.
They shouted and said
"You're merciless, bitch."
"But hey, who were more heartless?", I asked.
Their words started irritating me.

With their hands hanging on the wall, I started to stripped them down.
One by one, layer by layer.
Playing with their well shaped bodies, like they used to play with me.
Kissing those hairy chest, taking turn, for one, two, three.
"Aaahh I'm getting horny.", I told them frankly.

Playing with those six balls.
I shouted, "Wow, it's awesome."
So much toys to play with today.
Three manly hoods to touch and lick around.
More fun, as I was the only ruler here.

"Hey baby, why are you crying?" I wiped his tears while sucking his junior fellow.
"You don't like the way I play?"
I asked while squeezing his two balls hard.
I hated seeing their tears.
I hated hearing their screams.
It started to be irritating.

I grabbed a whip, a black long whip.
"You loved this game, don't you guys?"
"That's how you treated me, without love just pleasure of rough."
"Did I ever say no?"
"I loved you so. Anything I did to keep you with me somehow."
"But you ditched me, boys. Without mercy, you left me heartless."
" Don't blame me for my present insanity."

No answer.
Just heard them sobbing tears.
This was getting more fun than ever.
But again they screamed, that hurt my ears.

Spreading shaving cream on their bodies.
One, two, three.
Three men whose life would end up miserably.
Whipping them hard, angrily.
From their butts to their chests that hairy.
"I hate the way you treated me." I shouted.
And again they were begging for sorry.
The word that I had always waited but never came to me.
But now, thousands sorry was useless my poor buddies.

I started the scene nicely.
The long black whip did its job perfectly.
"Ummm, blind fold seems great. You'll see." another crazy idea struck me.
But I didn't prepare any.
So I tore my dress and ended up with my naked body.
"Guys, do you feel horny?", I asked them seductively while coming hugging them one by one tightly.
Again one, two, three.

Aaahhh they didn't enjoy my body.
They cried even loudly.
While kept on begging for sorry.
Hmmm, it was really irritating me.

"Shut up your mouth, brainless asshole guys." I shouted angrily this time.
Mad psychopath had occupied my mind.
I sat and tried to relax my myself while thinking how to make this game more fun.

A cutter. Not a knife.
Skinning not stabbing.
And blind folded, so much fun indeed.
I didn't want them to die sooner.
I took a cutter and though of making tattoos on them.
Well, I wasn't a tattoo artist either. But for sure my masterpiece wouldn't be forgotten.

I came closer and grab his thigh.
He jumped back, feeling shock.
Trying to escape but not able as hands tied with rope on the wall.
Started with the left thigh.
Writing symbol of hearts there.
I giggled as blood started to burst out of his fair skin.
Again, I did the same to three of them.
One, two, three
Red sticky liquid dripping from their skin to the floor.
And, their scream was loud.
It irritated me a lot.

So I moved my hands near their mouth.
Writing my name on their cheeks, let the blood come out.
Again, three times
One, two, three.
Bloody cheeks, let me sip every drip.
With my tongue, I licked, softly and passionately.
And kissing their lips deeply too.

"Aaah boys, why didn't you respond my sincere kisses?, again I madly shout.
They kept insulting me for being insane.
"Yes, because of you, this insanity is now being mine."
I hated the way they mocked me.

I thought they'd forgotten how I loved them badly.
Still with my bloody cutter, I drew one big heart on their hairy chests.
Written my name and theirs
🖤Emma and Shawn
🖤Emma and Darren
🖤Emma and Richie
On each of their six pack abs.
Yes, one, two, three.

My hands felt numb.
Making this masterpiece was tiring, drawing on their bodies was really draining my energy.
Their scream was really irritating me.

I sat on the floor, looking at those three men.
Closed eyes, tied hands on the wall, bloody thighs and tattoed abs.
What a masterpiece I created.
My insanity drove my imagination wild.
Thought of fucking them all.
And rubbing my body with their blood.
But I was too tired, so I paused this game for minutes.

I fell asleep, and a nightmare knocked on me.
I saw myself on the chair.
Crying, feeling guilty for everything I had done.
With knives and blood all over my hands.
I started stabbing myself again and again.
What a dream !!!


I woke up and washed my face.
Feeling fresh, I sat on the floor with some dry blood on it.
Naked, some blood wet my butts.
Staring at those three men.
Thinking what should be done.
Their noisy scream made me hard to think.
So I took a tape, and shut their mouths silently.
No more scream, I could think in peace.

An hour had passed.
Still I couldn't think about anything.
I took a knive thought to end this game.
Watching those three blind folded man with taped mouths.
Thinking of stabbing them on their hearts.
Then skinning their fair skin and drying them under the sun.
For sure, it must be hidden.

"Shawn," I whispered in his ears.
Kissing his jaw lines while rubbing his tattoed chest.
Aaah this beard, who made me fall for him deep.
Untieing his hands, taking off the tape from his mouth.
I let him go, but with a chain on his ankle attached to the wall.
He started to try to escape.
Trying to unlock but always failed.
Not just once but again and again.
He shouted desperately, made others shouted loudly.
And again they called me insane bitchy.
He saw a knife.
Doubting what to do to help him go.
He took the knife and tried to cut the chain.
Silly man, I said.

Then I moved to Darren.
He betrayed me with my sister.
The most painful broken heart ever.
Hatred struck in my mind again and again.
Memory of how I found him undressing my sister on my bed hit me again and again.
"You should go with Mia, dear." I talked to him
"She's sleeping in peace with her sin in the coffin."
"Aah, I felt guilty for just putting poison in her drink. I should have let her join this game of torturing."
I hated him so much.
Without thinking twice I stabbed him right on his heart.
Blood bursting out, flowing fast.
Done.

"Richie, I am coming, honey."
He was the sweetest ever.
But his family never liked me either.
His mom, I hated her.
For she was the only obstacle.
I flirt with her husband and made him leave her.
She suffered from depression before finally she killed herself by jumping from the apartment.
His dad?
All this circumstances had sent him to an asylum.
His skizofrenia made him an old loner.
Aah Richie, I loved you deeply.
Though you never fought for me
you didn't deserve this painful dead, honey.
Let me just do it quickly.
A shot on his head.
What a fast dead.
Goodnight, dear.
Sleep tight.

Shawn, my baby
"Where are you going, honey?"
He wasn't there leaving a broken chain.
I was searching him, here and there.
Running and letting my full-of-blood boobies roaming around freely without anything.
But then something hit my head.
Everthing turned to black.

Shawn!
He managed to escape and tied me on a bed.
With his thighs full of blood, he sat on me, on my leg.
Holding a cutter, he made me scared.
"Let me go, Shawn." I begged.
He started drawing lines on my body, so painful as he drew it with his cutter deeply.
Bloody skin all over me.
I screamed before he fucked me.
The pain on his body didn't stop him from torturing me.
He licked all over me before putting his three fingers into my pussy.
It was painful, I begged his mercy.
But he was fulfilled with anger, ignoring me.

We both were totally bloody.
He untied my hands.
I just ran away without thinking twice.
But he caught me fast.
Pulled my hair hard.
I saw a knife and tried to grab.
He straggled me.
I hardly breathed.
Soon I grabbed the knife and stabbed him on his back.
One, two, three, four, five again and again.
He was screaming with pain.
I was feeling weak grasping for air when he took the knife from my hand.
Stabbing me here and there.
I was helpless, as helpless as him.
We both were dying.
In this old building.
I saw him motionless.
My body did not move either.
A murder was killed by her own victim.






© luki