A lighter, such a little thing.
Only a lighter, but it can cause such pain.
I look into my basement, my dungeon, and i see the struggling body of a male. He must have been at least 25, probly just barely out of college, how his mother would be proud. But he will never see her again, nor will he ever have a wife, kids, or even get to use that degree he spent so much time on.
My specimen.
I come down the stairs, he lifts his head, even though he cannot see, but he looks staight at me, and i see the burnt, gaping holes of was what once was his eyes. I come up on him, and i touch his shoulder, he draws back. good, he has learned his lesson. his body is still fresh, uncut, unburn. he is a good looking man, he had a nice face, and a nice body too. such a shame. i bring out my little lighter, and light it in front of his face, he screams and struggles. how it bring ectasy to my veins to hear him scream! he tries to stuggle and get free, poor and pitiful he looks. so i start to burn his arm, and he struggles, then he starts to cry. i have never seen a grown man cry, but i do not think it is from the pain. the hole is large now, i can see his bone. so i throw the lighter away, but i do not stop the torture. I bring out a razor, and i go towards his other arm, i slit the top of his arm, long and deep. the blood pours from his arm, dripping on the floor, i lick the cut, and the blood taste so good! i decide not to end this early , he is too good of a specimen. his body is now sweating, and it is glittering of his muscular body. he only has his pants on now. but i decide to change that. i cut his pants off, making small incisions on his thick, muscular legs. i think i will have some fun with him…