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It's ramming into my body. My senses are engulfed; pain, pleasure, I don't even know what it is, but it's amazing. I'm screaming but nothing comes out, it's caught in my throat. My innards are a mess, but I don't care. I think I like it better this way, my body as an indiscernible mess of blood, flesh, and pure ecstasy. All I can focus on is this glorious feeling, this raw emotion, maybe even insanity, and her. Her and that fucking sword that she's ramming into me, into my abdomen. Shish kebabing my intestines, obliterating my spine, piercing though my back, and coming out gleaming scarlet with my blood. I love it.

I am a monster. Or maybe I'm not, I can't remember. I don't remember much these days. Does that imply that I forget things often lately? I think it does, but I'm not sure. I don't think it's been happening a lot, maybe I forgot everything just now? I don't know, I don't like assumptions. What was I talking about? I can't remember. Maybe that person knows?

"Hello. Can you help me? I seem to have lost my memory."
"…"
"Hello? Please, I'd like to know what's happening."
"…"
"You're being quite rude you know."
"…"
"Are you sleeping? What if I give you a jolt, will that wake you up?"
"…"
"You're still not awake? Maybe I didn't kick you hard enough?"
"…"
"You went pretty far that time, are you up yet? I guess not since you're still not moving. That noise you made was nice though, when you hit the ground, and all that stuff sprayed off from you. What do call that stuff… red? I can't remember, do you know?"
"…"
"You're, still not talking to me? That's not making me feel good. It hurts right here, I think it's called being sad. That noise you made, made me feel good though, can I do it again?"
"…"
"Does no answer mean yes?"
"…"
"Well you let me do it twice, so I guess you don't really care. Or maybe you like it too and it feels so good you can't talk? I'll do it more then!"
"…"
"I won't use my foot this time! I think I can throw you farther!"
"…"
"Oh wow you did it twice! When you hit the wall, and then when you hit the ground! But you felt really cold though, I don't like cold. You don't like it either right?"
"…"
"Maybe that's why you can't talk! You're voice is frozen! And so is your body! That's why you can't move either!"
"…"
"Here, look! This glowing thing is really hot, I can feel it and I'm not even touching it! If I put you in there maybe you'll warm up enough to talk and move!"
"…"
"Whoa it got bigger! That's got to mean it's working! I'm going to see if there's more people who are cold, you stay there okay?"
"…"

Hmmm, I couldn't find any more people around here. But there was a lot of that red stuff all over the place. I wonder why? I don't think it could've all come from my friend, their body can't hold that much red stuff can it? Oh hey , there's someone standing over there!

"Hey are you cold too? Is that why you're standing by that glowing thing? You've got this clear stuff coming from your eye's. that's weird because my friend had red stuff, but it came out of their whole body. You're eyes are weird too, the way you're looking at me is strange, but I like it. What's that thing you're pulling off your back? It's really big and shi-"

The rest of the words don't come out though. That girl swung the shiny thing -I think it's called a sword- at me. It touched my shoulder and went all the way down to my stomach. The place where the sword touched me really hurt, and bunch of that red stuff sprayed out and got all over her, and I screamed. It was absolutely amazing. How she looked with all the red stuff- no, my blood all over her body, how her arms and legs shook as if she was standing naked in knee-deep snow, and her face- oh God her face. My blood sprayed across the left side, running down her face and neck in streams, like the clear stuff- her tears ran from her eyes, her gorgeous darkened eyes that acted like windows, giving me the glimpse of the darkness and animosity buried deep within her soul. It was amazing, it was glorious, it was unfair. Why should I be the only one to see such beauty? What right did I have to look inside of her and offer nothing in return? That's when I decided.

I shall do to her, as she has done to me.

I shall tear into her flesh and bathe in her blood as she has mine, and the dam of my heart shall explode and my emotions shall come rushing out like a roaring waterfall, and she shall gaze into my eyes and see my truth as I have hers.

The very thought of this sent ripples of maddening delight through my body, as I lashed out at her. But she was quick, and evaded my blow, along with my second and third. Why does she flee?

She charged at me, roaring, and with a glint of red on her blade. Doesn't she know you can only receive pleasure after your own blood has been drawn?

Or maybe you don't.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm a fool. Maybe she knew that pleasure comes from drawing another's blood, so she selfishly tore open my flesh and wore my blood as a crimson garb. That selfish woman, that bitch! You shall suffer for your selfishness!

She dives at me with her blade, but I swat it away and she stumbles. The perfect opportunity as I deal powerful blow to her abdomen with my tail- wait, tail? Do I have tail? I don't know, perhaps I don't, but I have no time to look into such trivial matters now- and she hurtles through the air and smashes into the wall with a delightfully sickening crack and slumps onto the ground, but she's not dead.

I won't let her die until I'm through with her.

She rises, disoriented and winded, putting most of her weight on the sword, and pants heavily. She trains her eyes on me with an unblinking, unbroken stare.

The pain in her eyes, the malice, agony. It's exhilarating. I let out a roar, hoping to tap into every reserve of suffering in her in being.

That's when she stabs me.

And we have returned to the beginning of the story.

But she's not done with me, not yet.

She twist the sword within me, scraping my spine and rupturing a kidney, and tears the blade out from within my abdomen. I stumble back, and I hack up blood, but my voice still doesn't come. This sensation is truly electrifying.

Pain and pleasure.

Agony and euphoria.

Red.

So much red.

It's in my mouth, my ears, my eyes. I can taste it, see it, smell it, hear it. It's horrifying and enthralling all at once, I can't take it.

Pain, red.

Pleasure, red.

Joy, red.

Hate, red.

Hot, red.

Cold, red.

And then everything became black.

Description
It's ramming into my body. My senses are engulfed; pain, pleasure, I don't even know what it is, but it's amazing. I'm screaming but nothing comes out, it's caught in my throat. My innards are a mess, but I don't care. I think I like it better this way, my body as an indiscernible mess of blood, flesh, and pure ecstasy. All I can focus on is this glorious feeling, this raw emotion, maybe even insanity, and her. Her and that fucking sword that she's ramming into me, into my abdomen. Shish kebabing my intestines, obliterating my spine, piercing though my back, and coming out gleaming scarlet with my blood. I love it.

I am a monster. Or maybe I'm not, I can't remember. I don't remember much these days. Does that imply that I forget things often lately? I think it does, but I'm not sure. I don't think it's been happening a lot, maybe I forgot everything just now? I don't know, I don't like assumptions. What was I talking about? I can't remember. Maybe that person knows?

"Hello. Can you help me? I seem to have lost my memory."
"…"
"Hello? Please, I'd like to know what's happening."
"…"
"You're being quite rude you know."
"…"
"Are you sleeping? What if I give you a jolt, will that wake you up?"
"…"
"You're still not awake? Maybe I didn't kick you hard enough?"
"…"
"You went pretty far that time, are you up yet? I guess not since you're still not moving. That noise you made was nice though, when you hit the ground, and all that stuff sprayed off from you. What do call that stuff… red? I can't remember, do you know?"
"…"
"You're, still not talking to me? That's not making me feel good. It hurts right here, I think it's called being sad. That noise you made, made me feel good though, can I do it again?"
"…"
"Does no answer mean yes?"
"…"
"Well you let me do it twice, so I guess you don't really care. Or maybe you like it too and it feels so good you can't talk? I'll do it more then!"
"…"
"I won't use my foot this time! I think I can throw you farther!"
"…"
"Oh wow you did it twice! When you hit the wall, and then when you hit the ground! But you felt really cold though, I don't like cold. You don't like it either right?"
"…"
"Maybe that's why you can't talk! You're voice is frozen! And so is your body! That's why you can't move either!"
"…"
"Here, look! This glowing thing is really hot, I can feel it and I'm not even touching it! If I put you in there maybe you'll warm up enough to talk and move!"
"…"
"Whoa it got bigger! That's got to mean it's working! I'm going to see if there's more people who are cold, you stay there okay?"
"…"

Hmmm, I couldn't find any more people around here. But there was a lot of that red stuff all over the place. I wonder why? I don't think it could've all come from my friend, their body can't hold that much red stuff can it? Oh hey , there's someone standing over there!

"Hey are you cold too? Is that why you're standing by that glowing thing? You've got this clear stuff coming from your eye's. that's weird because my friend had red stuff, but it came out of their whole body. You're eyes are weird too, the way you're looking at me is strange, but I like it. What's that thing you're pulling off your back? It's really big and shi-"

The rest of the words don't come out though. That girl swung the shiny thing -I think it's called a sword- at me. It touched my shoulder and went all the way down to my stomach. The place where the sword touched me really hurt, and bunch of that red stuff sprayed out and got all over her, and I screamed. It was absolutely amazing. How she looked with all the red stuff- no, my blood all over her body, how her arms and legs shook as if she was standing naked in knee-deep snow, and her face- oh God her face. My blood sprayed across the left side, running down her face and neck in streams, like the clear stuff- her tears ran from her eyes, her gorgeous darkened eyes that acted like windows, giving me the glimpse of the darkness and animosity buried deep within her soul. It was amazing, it was glorious, it was unfair. Why should I be the only one to see such beauty? What right did I have to look inside of her and offer nothing in return? That's when I decided.

I shall do to her, as she has done to me.

I shall tear into her flesh and bathe in her blood as she has mine, and the dam of my heart shall explode and my emotions shall come rushing out like a roaring waterfall, and she shall gaze into my eyes and see my truth as I have hers.

The very thought of this sent ripples of maddening delight through my body, as I lashed out at her. But she was quick, and evaded my blow, along with my second and third. Why does she flee?

She charged at me, roaring, and with a glint of red on her blade. Doesn't she know you can only receive pleasure after your own blood has been drawn?

Or maybe you don't.

Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm a fool. Maybe she knew that pleasure comes from drawing another's blood, so she selfishly tore open my flesh and wore my blood as a crimson garb. That selfish woman, that bitch! You shall suffer for your selfishness!

She dives at me with her blade, but I swat it away and she stumbles. The perfect opportunity as I deal powerful blow to her abdomen with my tail- wait, tail? Do I have tail? I don't know, perhaps I don't, but I have no time to look into such trivial matters now- and she hurtles through the air and smashes into the wall with a delightfully sickening crack and slumps onto the ground, but she's not dead.

I won't let her die until I'm through with her.

She rises, disoriented and winded, putting most of her weight on the sword, and pants heavily. She trains her eyes on me with an unblinking, unbroken stare.

The pain in her eyes, the malice, agony. It's exhilarating. I let out a roar, hoping to tap into every reserve of suffering in her in being.

That's when she stabs me.

And we have returned to the beginning of the story.

But she's not done with me, not yet.

She twist the sword within me, scraping my spine and rupturing a kidney, and tears the blade out from within my abdomen. I stumble back, and I hack up blood, but my voice still doesn't come. This sensation is truly electrifying.

Pain and pleasure.

Agony and euphoria.

Red.

So much red.

It's in my mouth, my ears, my eyes. I can taste it, see it, smell it, hear it. It's horrifying and enthralling all at once, I can't take it.

Pain, red.

Pleasure, red.

Joy, red.

Hate, red.

Hot, red.

Cold, red.

And then everything became black.