Torture
n. Anderson

sitting in the chair
unable to see
what im about to do to you
i can see the tears
streaming down
staining your cheeks so beautifully
your crying has gotten you
congested and your tears are
mixing with your spit and snot
making a mess out of your
lovely face
your gag is tight and
secure
i have no fear that anyone will hear
your cries
you can hear a persistent  scraping sound
what you dont know is that its me
sharpening my knife to a deadly
edge
you suddenly feel a cold sensation against your throat
its my knife
pressing hard enough to draw blood but
not hard enough to ****
your hands struggle against the way ive bound them
your desperate
silently screaming
strangled gurgles is all that
comes out
i put my foot in between your legs
and kick the chair backwards
standing over you i feel i have all the power
i take off the blindfold
the look in your eyes
the fear the desperation the sheer panic
turns me on
makes me want blood
so I cut through your shirt drawing
unknown symbols into your
chest
the deeper I cut the more frenzied I get
blood lust
I need more blood
Sitting on your chest
I take my hand and force your chin up and back
Exposing the insignificant playful scratches
From earlier
All I want is to tear your throat out with
My teeth
But that’s not ladylike
So I must make do with what ive got
Your neck exposed
I take my knife
Place the point under your jawline
Below your ear, on the left side
And I push the knife in like ****** being *****
And drag it across your throat
Right through your adams apple
I slit your ear to ear but im not done
I reach my hand into your throat
And tear out your esophagus