“Soft moans of sorrow abruptly changed to groans of pain. Crimson tears flow down golden cheeks as my body lie weak and tortured in a corner. There I am in the fetal position as if ready to birth this demon from my core. But there is only this hunger. For you. I smelled your blood, sweet as honey permeate the air and the pains started. Left me in want and need of your very life force cascading down my throat and into my core. I can’t. I love you too much to eradicate you from my life, so I lie here in pain and yearn for you. How much longer can I fight to stay away?” By Grim Angel

 

Photograph: I found this on Pinterest. Jeff the Killer by Tina Sadie

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