For Whom The Bell Tolls

[TheReapersWife]

This is the thread, where I describe myself killing my friend Jeff, over and over again. Because I'm a violent little psycho and Jeff writes dying beautifully.

 

[Infalk]

This is the thread, where I describe myself killing my friend Jeff, over and over again. Because I'm a violent little psycho and Jeff writes dying beautifully.

Did you want a reply?

I saw the GB thread, but I got there late. You'd already closed it

 

[pellso27]

Walking in I see you standing in the corner, not sure what was in your hand till you walked closer then I saw it was a broken wine bottle. I knew I had made you upset last night but..not this mad!

 

[TheReapersWife]

Did you want a reply?

I saw the GB thread, but I got there late. You'd already closed it

This is just a fun Roleplay between me and pellso27. Just killing here. No pictures. Sorry.

 

[TheReapersWife]

Where were we?

*she says, fiddling with the broken bottle in her hand idly, looking at it nonchalantly*

Ah, yes. You were going to apologize and show me how sorry you were by giving me your blood.

*she stares at you with cold unfeeling eyes, and walks towards you calmly, her body moving like a graceful predator*

 

[pellso27]

"Baby, Please I said I was sorry' stepping backwards, looking around for an excape.

"I promise nothing like that again"

The look in your eyes is colder than any before, Steel metal emotionless void of feeling other than just cold.

Feeling trapped but also trusting, I bow my head closing my eyes holding out my arms palms up as if offering myself in hopes of touching an emotion inside you.

 

[TheReapersWife]

*it's too bad her heart died long ago, otherwise she might have felt a twinge of something. As it is, all she sees is your guard let down, and a bag of flesh, ripe and ready to be ripped open*

*her hand darts out, swiping fast down your chest diagonally, ripping your shirt, the jagged edges of the broken bottle cutting your skin, like claws. Then she leans forward and puts her mouth to your torn flesh and licks at the blood welling from the cuts*

 

[pellso27]

*it's too bad her heart died long ago, otherwise she might have felt a twinge of something. As it is, all she sees is your guard let down, and a bag of flesh, ripe and ready to be ripped open*

*her hand darts out, swiping fast down your chest diagonally, ripping your shirt, the jagged edges of the broken bottle cutting your skin, like claws. Then she leans forward and puts her mouth to your torn flesh and licks at the blood welling from the cuts*

Unexpected sharp pain surges through me. Instead of opening my eyes to see what fate has delt me I hild tight my eyelids shutting out any vision that would linger in my mind perhaps trapping images of this painful world as I try to pass on.

I feel the flesh open to the sharp edge of the wine bottlw stinging and nerve ends suffering to send messages to the brain that something is teribly wrong.

Then the surprise soft touch of your lips trap the excaping blood and consume what my body offers. Without reason I hold your head tightly against the gapping slice.

 

[TheReapersWife]

*she laps it up for a few minutes like a kitten, then slowly looks up at you with wild eyes. She smiles softly, and for a moment you think it's an old glimmer of caring and love. Then the wine bottle is suddenly shoved into your gut, sharp ends piercing you and opening a hole in your stomach. She pulls it out and tosses it aside, and then pushes her hands into the wound. Slowly she wiggles her hands more and more, pushing more of her arms inside you, until finally she's up to her elbows in your gut, blood pouring and gushing over her arms and body in a warm scarlet flood. She smiles and pants, finally some semblance of love and humanity in her eyes*

See, Jeff? Don't you feel closer to me? We're bonding. Don't you feel me getting closer to you?

*she asks the questions with a look on her face that makes you feel sick: she actually believes in what she says. That, somehow, in killing you, she's becoming more connected with you*

 

[pellso27]

*she laps it up for a few minutes like a kitten, then slowly looks up at you with wild eyes. She smiles softly, and for a moment you think it's an old glimmer of caring and love. Then the wine bottle is suddenly shoved into your gut, sharp ends piercing you and opening a hole in your stomach. She pulls it out and tosses it aside, and then pushes her hands into the wound. Slowly she wiggles her hands more and more, pushing more of her arms inside you, until finally she's up to her elbows in your gut, blood pouring and gushing over her arms and body in a warm scarlet flood. She smiles and pants, finally some semblance of love and humanity in her eyes*

See, Jeff? Don't you feel closer to me? We're bonding. Don't you feel me getting closer to you?

*she asks the questions with a look on her face that makes you feel sick: she actually believes in what she says. That, somehow, in killing you, she's becoming more connected with you*

My last breath is forced from my lungs as the bottle cuts it's way into my guts. Blood spews forth and a smell of death follows. This sadistic little demon forces her hand into the hole left by the unforgiving glass. Like the glass, she is unforgiving and emotionless as she plays with what was my life giving organs. The light behind my eyes give way to cold darkness. The last thing I hear is the gross sound of guts being displaced and squished. The only thing keeping my lifeless body standing is the arm entangled in my guts. My knees give out and I drop to the ground leaving your hand full of my entrals.

"We grow close we die closer, but you still stand as my life is taken!"

 

[TheReapersWife]

*she stands in the middle of the room, facing you. By her feet is a cardboard box, splattered with blood, on the side a sign written in half-hazard writing: "Agatha's Box of DOOM--er, I mean, Things to Make My Friends Giggle". From what you can see of it's contents, you doubt anybody's been left laughing when this box came about*

So, how do you wanna do it this time? I'll let you choose, since you've been such a good sport.

*she smiles wickedly and her eyes brighten suddenly*

Hey, I know! Have you met Mary....

*she bends down and picks up a chainsaw from the box, holding it with the blade vertical in both hands*

...the chainsaw?

*then she revs it and smiles*

(yes, I've named some of my weapons )

 

[pellso27]

*she stands in the middle of the room, facing you. By her feet is a cardboard box, splattered with blood, on the side a sign written in half-hazard writing: "Agatha's Box of DOOM--er, I mean, Things to Make My Friends Giggle". From what you can see of it's contents, you doubt anybody's been left laughing when this box came about*

So, how do you wanna do it this time? I'll let you choose, since you've been such a good sport.

*she smiles wickedly and her eyes brighten suddenly*

Hey, I know! Have you met Mary....

*she bends down and picks up a chainsaw from the box, holding it with the blade vertical in both hands*

...the chainsaw?



*then she revs it and smiles*

(yes, I've named some of my weapons )

*then she revs it and smiles*




I came here wanting friendship or maybe more....now here I am looking at a very creepy box with what looks like scribbling from the Manson Camps.

Blood and what appears to be bits of flesh dried up on it. Before I can open my mouth you flash that half wicked half charming grin and then open the top of the box. Out comes a short but powerful look chainsaw. Quickly starting it, I find myself want to come closer and see if you have maybe a twisted little game you want to play but as I begin to step forward that damn wicked grin emerged and I froze in my steps as you.........

 

[TheReapersWife]

*they sat upon the couch together, drinking wine and talking pleasantly, the evening growing late. Her eyes were dark and seductive and watched him carefully ever time he took a drink from his glass. She laughed at something he said, and he had a moment where his vision grew dizzy, even though he was sitting still and he thought that was strange....*

 

[pellso27]

I had all my attention on the lovely woman beside me but as I drank from the glass I felt a strange feeling and I almost dropped the glass. I reach over and set it down then turn my attention to you Amanda.

Looking into your eyes I slide a hand up your leg and my other hand rests on your shoulder.

 

[TheReapersWife]

*she caresses the side of your face tenderly and the motion makes you feel tired. It won't be long now, but she takes the time to let you continue to believe you're safe and that everything is alright, before darkness slowly obscures your vision*

 

[pellso27]

"Babe I feel funny" I say as my vision blurs and I feel sick inside.

 

[TheReapersWife]

"Shhhh, it's okay, sweety," she says soothingly. "Just relax."

And she rubs your shoulders, smiling warmly, then darkness takes you. When you rouse, you're arms are chained and you're hanging by your arms, your feet barely touching the ground. You're groggy, but instantly you're aware of her presence. She walks up to you, smiling seductively, black lipstick and dark makeup around her eyes, wearing a tight fitting black outfit. Although it covers as much skin as possible, it hugs her body, like a second skin.

"Good morning," she purrs. "Ready to die today?"

 

[pellso27]

"OH No " I sceam and try to free my arms but it only causes more pain, feet unable to help I try to kick at you but you just move away.

""Damn it, let me go, you have no right!" I scream ...I see a side of you that scares me.

 

[TheReapersWife]

She laughs a little and avoids your kicking feet.

"Come now, Jeffy," she says, amused. "You've lived a good life, yeah? Besides, I wanted to take our relationship to the next level." She goes over to a lever by the wall and cranks it, pulling your body up higher so that your feet don't touch the ground and your arms feel like they're coming out of the sockets. She comes towards you, with a small but sharp knife and says in a commanding tone, no joking in her eyes and face, "Don't kick me."

 

[pellso27]

Scared to the point of believing you are serious I beg, "please just let me down and don't hurt me I will do whatever you want, I won't say a word to anyone."

My arms hurt so bad , my back is feeling like it is being broke...... kicking and twisting I still feel like I am passing out

 

[TheReapersWife]

Her blood gets pumping really fast when she hears you beg, when she hears the fear in your voice.

"It is times like these," she says, momentarily intoxicated by your emotion in her presence, and looking at you and your body with hunger in her eyes. "That I feel we're really connecting."

Slowly, she starts to trail the knife across your skin, starting at your face, your cheeks, then moving it down your throat, leaving behind a thin line, barely a papercut. Then down over your collar bone and down your chest and tracing around your right nipple, moving the blade to make swirling patterns on your stomach.

 

[pellso27]

Her blood gets pumping really fast when she hears you beg, when she hears the fear in your voice.

"It is times like these," she says, momentarily intoxicated by your emotion in her presence, and looking at you and your body with hunger in her eyes. "That I feel we're really connecting."

Slowly, she starts to trail the knife across your skin, starting at your face, your cheeks, then moving it down your throat, leaving behind a thin line, barely a papercut. Then down over your collar bone and down your chest and tracing around your right nipple, moving the blade to make swirling patterns on your stomach.

breathing heavy and barely able to understand whats happening I say, "Please my love, leave me to live.... let me be able to see your beauty another day." trying to focus on you I still feel the sting and try to find the floor.

 

[TheReapersWife]

"Don't you understand," she says, something akin to affection entering her eyes. "It's because I love you, that I'm doing this." She runs her hand over your body, feeling your bare chest and the small cuts she's made, groping you in a soft way. "This body is a cage, Jeffy. I want to free you. You cannot hear it, but," she gets close, whispering into your ear. "Your blood calls for me to release it."

The trailing knife starts to dig in deeper making a slash across your stomach, not too deep, but deeper than the cuts before, and blood wells to the surface and drips down your abdomen. She pulls back from your ear and looks at you in the face and although there is love in her eyes, it's twisted and full of sickness.

 

[pellso27]

"I feel a connection " I mumble but I slur my words and can't really understand what you mean but the look in your eyes says it all. My eyes try to focus on the knife.

 

[TheReapersWife]

She sees the lack of comprehension, but it's okay, it doesn't bother her. She's so lost in her own warped little world, she's convinced that killing you will bring you closer to her and nothing you say or do could stop her belief in this insanity. She continues to cut you, making random marks, each deep enough to bleed. She gets excited by your blood freed finally and licks at the cuts she makes, loving your liquid life leaving your flesh.