If I can just get it straight.. he thought, slurping back the drool that had pooled again in the corner of his mouth.
The slip was fine, cut thin sliced nicely into her flesh. Her gag a prop – it made her feel better, as though she was a victim instead of a willing participant.
“Almost finished my love,” he said. Hard as a rock, he throbbed with longing. It had been at least fifty minutes since he began.
As the blade reached the point of the pentagram she let out a whine. He glanced at her.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
She nodded emphatically.
“Good girl,” he smiled.
He placed the sharp tip of the knife at the point and lifted the flesh. She whined louder and he licked his lips in anticipation.
“May I?” he asked. He wasn’t sure now. He’d never taken this final step with her. She was scarred from collarbone to feet, but never like this.
Her eyes pleaded with him but told him nothing. He wouldn’t take it off without her consent. He waited, pulsating with the beat of his heart.
Even as the tears streamed down her flushed cheeks she nodded. It wasn’t good enough. He pulled on the fabric of her gag and she closed her mouth and swallowed.
“Say it,” he whispered.
Her smile was grateful, her voice raspy with need. “Flay me.”
He replaced the gag and stood. He straddled her body and bent at the waist. He leaned over her, the light still shining directly on her skin, her blood glistening.
He placed his blade flat against her shoulder and began the slip.
Time stood still when he performed this way. Slowly at first until he found his depth, his art smelled like copper and screamed of molten pleasure both for himself and his subject. Closer and closer he came with each tip, until all five were begun. By the time he reached the centre of the star he could all but taste it. The five points lifted, curled back, he stepped away and admired his work.
He bent down to gaze into her glazed over eyes, knowing that the adrenaline did the same to his.
“Are you ready, my love?”
She smiled past her gag and nodded. He placed the blade at her cheek and she pushed against it, cutting herself a fine line. A single drop of blood hung, suspended from the bottom of the slice.
All at once he stood he lifted he slipped she screamed he roared he came she came it was done.
He loved his job.
Linda G. Hill 
Nobody knows how sick you really are but me. This is so you. This is you at your horror best.
Nobody – you’re right about that. Thank you, but I think the Stephen King thing might be going a teensy bit over the top. haha
Stephen King should bow down to this.
The hell I’m gonna share a room with you.
Hahahaha of course you are. It’ll be fun! >:)
I can’t believe I read this right to the end! Stephen King actually should bow my dear…this is good and makes me queasy like King’s books…I only read his books in the daytime:) Great job…you do right beautifully!
Thank you so much. I don’t know what gets into me sometimes, but once in a while I just have to … let it out.
Well, remind me NOT to be in your neighbourhood during those times…sheesh!! it’s really scary, gory but the writing is just great and that is what I love about King too…so I have nightmares for a few weeks but it’s worth it:)
Haha! It only comes out through my writing. I’m as gentle as a lamb, all the time in real life.
Sorry about the nightmares, but I’m glad you enjoyed it nevertheless.
Well I do get some pretty graphic web posts from youths who self-harm sometimes and to prevent vicarious trauma, my supervisor suggested I rewrite their endings…and I do…I should write one sometime…with my part in it though…yeah, flirting with the gory stuff I hear sometimes may be therapeutic. Gee, thanks Doc…got a free session:)
Hehe. No problem. I’m here to help. 🙂
Some seriously good writing their dear…
Geeeees… I was not sure quite WHAT to feel reading it!!
THAT means – its hectic – not just anyone can do that.
Thank you so much, my dear. 🙂 Hectic – what a wonderful compliment. 😀
I hoped it would be – cool.
Yeah… got me a bit in a fuss for a moment until I remembered you are a WRITER 😀
Just as well with my imagination the way it is. 😉
hehe
Say no more … In a manner – it is WHY we write… these little minds that configure these things NEED to do so – yes and NEED to do so. 😉
Agreed. 🙂
😀