They've come back They’ve seem to come back – I can’t force them out – its playing over and over and over again in my mind – so close I could touch her, smell her, hear her scream – but that’s what he wants - I’m a puppet in is hands and he knows it – my strength is no match compared to his - he comes and goes as he pleases - taunting and torturing me with his sick twisted thoughts of what he needs to do - what he wants to do – how he is going to toy with her – he’s painted me a tainted picture and trapped in my mind – images so painful – so real – he seems to be watching the blood slowly trickle down her painted red lips as she squeal in pain – I can feel the excitement under his jeans – why does he shares this with me, why me?? – he wants me to know – this seems to delight him almost as much as cutting her up – Jessica