Torture.

[Thade]

This is a fictional murder scene I wrote.

Hidden stuff:

I was walking in the middle of the street with my friend. It was somewhere around midnight, so the street was deserted. My friend, she forgot something at her house. Her house was only 2 streets away. She discretely shoved something into my hand and ran off. I knew what it was. It was a switch blade, just in case something ever happened. I, just as unnoticably, pocketed the knife. I watched her round the corner.

I felt a pair of hands grab me. One covered my mouth, while the person's other arm wrapped around my throat. My attacker leaned forward and whispered in my ear. He told me how he knew everyone thought he was gone. And just how wrong they were. I knew that voice. He'd hurt me countless times in the past. And now he was back again for me.

His grip tightened around my throat. I started to cry. I thought I was going to die. I was running out of breath very quickly. And, unexpectedly, he let go of me. I fell on my knees, crying, gasping for breath. He laughed. He told me how foolish I was to think he'd try to kill me. After all he went through to get me in the first place, that was the last thing on his mind. I finally caught my breath and went on silently crying.

He started to tell me things. All the truths about me, I didn't want to hear. The things I've been denying. He told me how I mess everything up. He reminded me of what a failure I really am. I didn't want to hear anymore. I couldn't hear anymore. So, I covered my ears and started yelling at him to shut up. But, he kept on teling me what I know, but didn't want to hear.

He got tired of my constant screaming. He kicked me hard in the stomach and told me to shut up. I did what he said, out o fear of getting hurt again. He walked over to the side of the street I was facing.

He told me how much he loved me. And how he didn't want to hurt me. And if I went with him, I wouldn't be hurt anymore. He held out his hand. We sat there silently for a few moments. I stopped crying and slowly got up. I walked over to him. He smiled and asked me if I was agreeing. I nodded my head slowly, not wanting to speak. He started kissing my neck. And that was his mistake.

I pulled the switch blade, I had hidden until now. I thrust the blade into his exposed neck. He pulled back from me and started to gag. He started to cough blood. It was oozing out his mouth. He stared at me startled. He thought I didn't have the guts to do this. I watched as he crumpled onto the cement. He seemed to have a smirk on his face. It would be frozen ther forever. My lips twitched into a smile. He could never hurt me again.

I didn't know how long I stood there, staring at the dead body. But, eventually my friend came back. Bringing her boyfriend back with her. I wanted to explain what happened. But, I was renderred speachless. My friend nodded, understanding. She knew what he had done to me before. She told me to go home. That her and her boyfriend would clean up the mess I had left, and hide the corpse. I nodded and ran off. I reached home, snuck back into my house. I sat on my bed, curled into a ball in the corner and cried.

[Loxor]

Typos!

Also, he died rather quickly from that.

O.o

People who are beheaded can take 45 seconds to die.

[Thade]

Sorry about the typos. Dyslexia flare up. And well, in my head it took like 7 minutes. It just didn't seem that long when reading it.

[jose]

that was awesome.

[Thade]

Mhm..............-shifts uncomfortably-

[scientistB]

Epic.

[username01462781]

Good piece.

I enjoyed the details and how you tried to make sure the reader had a good idea of what was going on.

Just wanted to ask, do you have a rape fetish? Cheers.

[Thade]

Linki Wrote:Just wanted to ask, do you have a rape fetish?

Naw XD

BobManPerson Wrote:I stopped at the word "walkin."

Like I said, I was having a dyslexia flare-up that day. I apologize. I'll fix it