THE MASTER

ESCALATION

The stale scent of used clothes and of puffed cigars did nothing to deter the arousal of that man and woman; their sweating body glistening, their sigh of pleasure echoes and the silence of the eve gawks as it reached its crescent and rippling orgasm blinded both beyond the darkness of the moonless night.

Only the man was far from sated. Inexplicable hunger eats him from deep within and a familiar itch started rising from his gut, traveling its way to his two gloved hands. And with blank stares, in a trance, his grip tightened; watching life getting drained from his prey, lights dimming from the windows of the soul within.

"There, there, there!"

Resistance met his efforts and he found it comforting and exhilarating even - seeing her squirm, trying to free herself, scratching his arm, grasping for her dear life - breathtakingly beautiful!

"Let go... Let go... Let go."

His caressing voice mimics that of a father convincing his daughter that a root canal is a necessary evil.

And when all is calm and serene, a smile of satisfaction adorns his face. Elation filled his hollow core. Thinking, at last he found his needle in the haystack.

"Good girl."

So good, he felt so good. For the first time, he feels complete. This is what he"s been looking for all his life. The s****l gratification of inflicting terror and the power height from the fear in her eyes gives him a sensation that is beyond explaining.

His sole purpose of existence is all for these - receive gratification, cause pain, inflicting terror, relishing the pain as much as the s*x.

As orange flecks paint the endless canvass above, the shovel digs a hole in the ground; hiding his trophy below the cold earth"s embrace, planting daisies to adorn its resting place. Once done, he knew, he"ll visit again to award her a playmate, soon.

Another day has broken and roosters are singing. With the monster within him lay asleep with the crickets, the man whistles a tune he loves but forgot that he does, until now.

Macabre visits his conscious thoughts and sings a chorus that only he could hear as loudly as a scream.

Hummming...

I like to torture and I do it quite well

kidnapped in my house

you"ll think you"re in hell

Your new home"s a pit

in my basement floor

act up and I"ll shock you

with an electrical chord

Morbid minister

he"s quite sinister

in his pit you"re restrained

all your life he will drain

While you"re chained to my pit

you"ll wish you were saved

but you can not escape me

you are my s*x slave

Inside of a blender

is your gourmet meal

consisting of dog food

and women I killed.

An inspiration worth thinking.

Soon...