I want you to force me down, and cut me open, burn and scrape blades across my flesh. Deep cuts, cuts without forgiveness. Show me my insides, show me the soft jelly like muscle that has done so many wrongs. Find the nerves and play with them, like a string quartet, a symphony of agony among the unworthy. Make an incision across my chest, take out the beating heart and hold it in your hand.
My heart in the hand of God, and you hold all the power. Squeeze it and clench it tightly, so the arteries strain and pop, the veins expand and fill with liquid hate. To soil your hands in red, a showcase for the world of your anger.
Be the narrator of this self-destruction and you will be rewarded greatly. You will finally know what all those people did to me, you will know exactly how much they hurt me, and what they felt like as they did it. In reality you are saving me, you are my God, and you are my cross.
You will understand what it is like to take away someone's life, to feel them fade away. Discover so much more about yourself, and then you will run, run and hide.
And I want to cut you, I want to show what sex does to people. As we ******** I want you to bleed. I want our sweat and blood thrown across the room, to paint the walls with our desires.
I want you to be my pyre.
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