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The One With The Oven The stench is unbearable, I have both windows fully open, an incense candle burning away and I have also sprayed costly amounts of deodorant to try and relieve the torture to my nostrils.My brain aches from the harsh light coming through the window’s, caused by some heavy drinking and drug taking, but I need to be up early today as I have some things to pick up. The bedroom is one of the only remaining rooms which doesn’t have splattered blood on the wall, a severed finger grasping the wooden floorboards or a piece of clothing from one of the unlucky bitches that I find trashed or sleeping under the stars. My bed has no covers as I used them to wrap my last victim up, stupid whore, and the pillows are soaking wet because I got straight into bed after showering. In my living room, I see the left side of a females head, its eye hanging from its socket, the eye lashes burnt along with the brows and I have artistically cut away her lips, leaving the blood soaked muscles underneath. The long black hair which was once sitting on her head has been chopped to a length of about 1 inch, the cut pieces I cannot remember what has happened to, they’ve probably also been burnt. A little past the head is the girls body, her breasts are purple, her right forearm is lying next to her along with the other side of her head and this time I have positioned the girls middle finger to be poking herself in the eye. Strangely her breasts seem erotic; I get a semi on which is painful in my tight underpants, so I simply take them off and walk around my house naked. I glance at the clock, 10am, and decide that I’ll go out at around 12, but first I’m going to have something to eat. In the kitchen I am revolted at what I am seeing, and this is from something which I have created myself. A naked female body is slumped over the stove, which at the same time is switched on. Her face, especially the nose are burning away, smoking, her hair is burnt at the forehead, the parts of her face which touch the stove are melted or melting, and the skin which has melted is slowly boiling on the circled rims.The fridge door is open and inside is the head of another woman. The head, which was once frozen, is now soggy and quite comically her mouth is open like she is trying to eat the contents of the fridge in which she is in.
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