January 17, 1998
Today is the day the world becomes a hell. No living creature should live without a full on hit of torchure.
I’ve found two victims, each about fourteen years of age it seems. One is male, the other is female. Both prey seem shocked and dismayed.
8:25 PM
Shackled male prisoner to wall. I don’t like his dull personality and eagerness to please me because he thinks he will live.
8:30 PM
I placed a small knife to the chest of the male. Finally, he decides to protest and try to move his arms around in their shackles. This pleases me.
8:42 PM
Made small incision in male’s left arm. His screams sent my blood a message to be alive. Anxiousness began to flow and the blood was a reminder of the best wine ever created. I wanted more. The young girl is now screaming. I don’t think she enjoys watching the male bleed as I form designes with it. Maybe she needs to feel the krovvy run down her spine and hear it trickle on the floor below.
8:57 PM
I took the young girl from her shackled chair and strapped her to my operating table. I played there was an assistant handing me tool after tool, I think this frightened the female more. Her eyes look as if spoons have been shoved all around them. She looks more tired than scared now, time for the big guns.
9:06 PM
Female seems to be weeping and calling out to the male. If I didn’t know better, it would sound like a mating call for the almost deceased. The male seems to be trying to eye the krovvy on his chest. Wait until he sees his arms…
9:10 PM
Decided to go back to the male. He was much more fun, not as much protest though. His arm muscles seem to be throbbing and his legs seem sort of shaky. I ran back to my operating table and grabbed my scalpel. I made a tiny cut on his right forearm and was hypnotized. I wanted to lap it up as a dog would do, but there was no time for such foolishness.
9:30 PM
Turned around to watch female try to escape restraints. Such a shame that human life could be so stupid. Took scalpel back to girl. I wanted to just start slicing away in any old direction and watch the wine go everywhich way, but decided against it. Made large incision of a cross in victimes abdomen. I wonder if she believes in God.
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