Carnal Desire - NSFW

Always crawling in the darkness of my own mind. The sprawling terrors that await within the human mind, of any mind. So corrupted of all innocence begone from the years of yore. Never satisfied, always wanting more, more, more!

I stand at the shore of my own human mind, the edge of all consciousness. Trenching through the sludge of absolution, of greed, of sexuality. The deed to your own mind is the same as mine. You and I are always out of time, yet here we are. There is no evil too far for our lustrous desires.

We feel that spark that fires our relationship. Having mind blowing sex every night in my bed. The sheets messed up beneath us during. Oh the sweet, sweet innocence that I took from you. But you had to try and run. Now look at you. A red stain on the sheets and walls. At least my balls got emptied.

Wrapping your corpse in the sheets, I make notice of anyone in the streets for I need to dispose of your lifeless body. But it would such a waste to not give it another go with you. Despite the hew of your blood staining the walls and bed, I unwrap you once again, to complete the carnal desire.

That was fun, just like it was when you were alive and screaming your muffled creams in my bed. Oh how society will shun me for the sake of your murder. But I couldn't be concerned further about you. I'm done with you. And nobody, not even your own father, whom I work closely with, will even know what happened.

You see, this isn't my first time. I've committed this crime many times before. I know what I'm doing. I'll be just fine, nobody will know. You were nothing more than a little hoe, trying to get money for sex. Dirty little hoe, got what you deserved.

I can't help myself. I get horny. I need the release. The act of killing young women make me so close to climax. I know, it's corny to think about among others that are just like me. Serial killers, am I right? The best part is, they don't even put up a fight, they think it's just a safe little kink I have at first, then the moment they realize that they are gone for, it's too late for them to reach the door. For someone like me it's easy to trivialize what we do.

I'm finished now. I feel satisfied thoroughly. The sweet, sweet death upon my breath. Now it's time to yeet that body of yours, pretty little hoe. You will be forgotten, just like all the other women I've been with. But don't be hard on yourself, you'll have plenty of company where I'll bury you.

Dirty little whore. I need more, more, MORE!

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