Wrecked-

Watching the ones you love be tortured would be worse than being tortured yourself. Personally, not having sex is my idea of torture. Being locked in a room, tied to a chair and forced to watch porn when trent reznor is sitting next to me, and i can't fuck him. But of course if i was in that situation, he would be the one tied to a chair and i would be having sex with him. Or if i was the one in the chair, i'm certain he'd untie me and put me out of my misery.

Midnight-

Eternal lonliness.

Nat-

A torture that was used in Ancient Rome. Tie up the victim, and place them inside the stomach of a dead horse/donkey leaving only their head sticking out. Sew the animal up and leave the victim to die. Imagine - the smell, the roasting meat, the maggots, no water, no food, the sun, being alone, the heat of decomposition. This is definetly for my ex.

Slayer-

Having my hairs pulled out of my nuts strand by strand.

Revenge:

You thought I was a nice guy, you thought you could trust me, you thought a little roll in the hay is all you were in for. Girlie, you are fucking wrong! You are too drunk to remember me aren't you? Or were you just figuring I wouldn't remember? You sure as hell remember my Father, don't you lying molesting whore! You sure as hell remember insisting you would babysit me when I was FUCKING 16 YEARS OLD! Now it's my turn bitch, to bring back some memories. It's my turn to bring back the pain. It's my turn to make you shudder at night, remembering the penetration. It's my turn to hurt you! Don't complain about the handcuffs, I know they're too tight. Don't cry about your torn off clothes. Don't tell me your sorry-I know you will be. Don't try to resist, although that can make it more fun. Look at yourself, you've aged like shit. Look at me, I'm no longer a child. Look at these horrifying objects, some leather some metal some you've never seen. Close your eyes again and I'll cut off your fucking eyelids! Got It?! You made me lick your feet and suck your toes-perverted fetishist bitch. So now off with each toenail, pliers pinching, I pull straight up, Straight back. Keep screaming- I know it hurts-that's why I'm doing this! Your "pretty little piggies" look like bacon to me. You made me play with your tits and tell you I loved them- egotistical slut. So now each nipple will be mine for ever, trusty pliers, sharp razor. Keep squirming bitch-it will just take longer! Those D-cups you admired are pretty nasty now. This is creating quite a mess, blood all over you feet. Your mamaries are full of blood, milk to me! You've pissed on the floor and is that shit I smell? Snot, tears and saliva cover that slut, over made up face of yours! Now we are gonna get serious! That's right, you have no idea what pain is yet! I'll roll you over so your shit stained fat ass is in the air, girl you really stink! "Lick my little brown flower boy" Remember those words ? You do too! I think it's time that flower gets plucked! Uhh.. It is a tight squeeze, no it's not my dick, you wish. A large metal dildo with barbs is a good seven inches in your ugly rectum! Don't try to push it out! It will cut the shit out of you-no pun intended. Trickles of blood, you cant listen can you-Rip! There i pulled it out for you. You know, vomiting on my carpet usually only happens at parties. You must think this is a party, you must be enjoying yourself. I will continue then. Have you ever seen one of these-I't's a tattoo gun. In case you live through this-yeah right- Everyone will know you are a whore! I know it hurts, I have three of them. Let's see The W, now the H, You know I'm really good at this O, R, E,! Die whore.

Animosity:

Once again, we are alone in the house. You look at me, that look I hate. The one that makes me feel naked and dirty, no matter how many clothes I am wearing, and how many showers I have had. I smile and get you a beer, and as your back is turned I drop in a few sleeping pills, that should make you pass out for a while. You drink it greedily, spilling it down your chin, burp, *pig* stumble over to me and pass out. You know you are much more attractive when you are unconscious. Better off dead though, but death is too good for a monster like you. You deserve the most painful, slow death in history. I carry you down to the basement, it is backbreaking but nothing compared to the years of pain I have experienced. You are now tied to a chair, and I watch you slowly regain consciousness.... You open your eyes, those fucking eyes.....I hate those eyes. I hunger to pick up my fathers tool kit, and hammer 2 nails slowly through the centre of your eyeballs. But I want you to see the pain that lies ahead for you..... I have an idea. I go to work making a cross out of 2 planks of wood. After constructing it, I hit you over the head with a brick, drag you over to the cross and using nine inch nails, hammer your hands and feet to the wood. Jesus died like this for our sins, now you must die for yours. When you wake again, you struggle, but are stopped by the pain of the barbed wire I have attached around your body, and the skin in your hands and feet tearing whenever you move. I go over to the tool kit, and select my first instrument. A razor, simple....I begin to carve into your skin all the words you once told me. You clench your teeth, release a low, deep growl. That makes me mad, I don't ever want to hear another sound from you again. I go to my supplies and get the week old putrid oysters, force your mouth open and shove them in. Placing one hand over your mouth, and one over your nose...you start to turn blue. I take away my hand from your mouth and you gasp for breath, swallowing the toxic slippery little buggers at the same time. That will make you throw up everything you have eaten in the past week or so. I go over to the tool box, select my next instrument (a sewing needle and wire) and proceed to sew up your mouth. {Speak no evil} Now you will have to swallow your own vomit.... I see the mercy in your eyes (just like long ago, you would have seen mine) Mercy is a wonderful emotion. You have the power to grant it or refuse it. I refuse it and move onto my next instrument. 2 starved rats, I have not fed since I bought them a week ago. I put on gloves, pick them up and carefully put on to each of your hairy nipples. They begin to gnaw through, raw tissue and blood running down your chest and mixing with the blood dripping from the writing I have carved. That looks messy. I don't like mess. I walk over to the shelf and get a big bottle of my mother's methalayted spirits....this will clean you up. I pour the entire contents over you, and watch the little red veins in your eye pop out in agony. I think later on I shall try to pick them out one by one. I see a cockroach scuttling across the floor, I know how much you hate cockroaches, and I have a great idea. It takes me a while to catch it, but when I do I place it in your ear...it scuttles in, probably happy with all the space in there .It will soon settle down and start to breed. That noise should drive you pretty crazy....skuttleskuttleskuttle. but wait!!! you never heard my screams! you weren't deaf! but I think you should be. I get two of my mother's sewing needles and thrust each one into your ear drum. (Hear no evil) I look down and I see your flaccid....hmm.....what can I call it. It has to be at least 2 inches to be called a penis, and you are lacking in length so I'll just call it Jimmy. Isn't that what you used to call it? I sit down for a while, and have a cigarette...when I finish I put it out on that ugly, hairy mole on your face. I always hated that thing. I get my next instrument from the bike rack, and the razor again. I kneel down and look at Jimmy. Poor little Jimmy. I think Jimmy needs a blow job. I'll give Jimmy a fucking blow job! I make a small incision in your testicles and shove the end of the bicycle pump in there and begin to pump full of air. Now that's what I call a fucking blow job!!!! Jimmy the one eyed worm now looks like Jimmy the one eyed worm with elephantiasis. I go and get the glass tube that I stole from my school's science lab, and shove it in the eye of Jimmy. I pick up a hammer, and begin to hit Jimmy with it. Smash, crack, smash. Oops! I look up at you with a grin on my face, proud of my work and see you are lapsing in and out of consciousness. Damn! I was just beginning to have fun, I guess I'll have to work quickly. I spread your legs apart, and get the piece of tube I cut off the gutter. Shoving it up your ass **God I love the sound of your tearing flesh** I get the razor wire and insert it into the tube. Out comes the tube, and I attach the other end of the wire to the garage door, grin wickedly and flick the "open" switch. *RIPPPP* "So much blood from such a little hole!" I get a syringe full of bleach and empty it into your ass. That should burn and sting your torn inner tissues. You are almost dead, almost but not quite and there are two more things I have to do. I trail a finger along your collarbone, your ribs, your chest. I pick up the knife and push it into the base of your breast bone. I slide it through your flesh, and make sure you are watching the layers of your fat and muscle part **even though I think it's mostly fat** I thrust the knife into the incision again, and twist it. You cough, wretch and try to scream. But you can't! Now you know how I felt when I could not scream. I look up at you, you are just about dead....but those eyes, those fucking eyes are still open. I go and get a small sewing needle and begin to slowly pick each throbbing bloodvessel out, one by one. {See no evil} And now, last but not least, I reach my hand inside your parted chest, rip out your blackened heart and shove it up your ass. Rot in pieces asshole.