Paul Boutique.

The girl opposite me is wearing Paul Boutique. This indicates that she takes it up her arse and gives me the excuse to stab her repeatedly in the neck until her head is hanging off her shoulders and her torso is drenched in blood. As she fades away, I have permission to rape her up said arse. Obviously I thank her, no need to not be polite in these situations.

The tube was deserted, apart from the odd girl off to meet friends, or a business man late home from the office, or shagging his secretary. Josh was reading a book by Raymond Carver, trying to understand what was written, It was one of his favourite books but he still didn’t understand what Carver was saying. The short story was one about love, and Josh frowned as he read the same words he had read over one hundred times.

Today had been hard, he had been confronted with his ex-girlfriend, who incidentally was extremely happy now he had disappeared from her life.

I have been thinking of how to punish them, long and hard admittedly. Well to start with I will tie them both up, slicing his tongue off so he can’t lick her pussy anymore. I will hold his head to ensure he doesn’t choke on the blood which is pouring down his throat. I will then pull her tongue out and crush it with some plyers and staple it to her chin.

Now, to cut out his eyes so he can no longer look at her, and I will eat the eyes, crushing down hard so the pupils splash against my closed teeth. Using my now stained teeth, I will chop off first her hair. There you go, always on about your fucking hair not being long enough, all gone now bitch. HAHA. Using a knife, I cut open her cheek and pull all her fucking teeth out with the plyers, pour whisky into the wound and suck it back up with a blue straw.

Slitting her wrists, telling her that this is what I did throughout the relationship, holding a towel on the blood so she doesn’t collapse. More than you ever did for me you fucking bitch.

Back to him, grab a screwdriver and puncture his neck, over and over and over and over.

He is now thrashing around in pain, watching her. I stand over her whispering; ‘You made me do this, you made me do this.’ Wipe the screwdriver on her face, take the knife and glide it hard across her neck and close my eyes in pleasure as her blood stains my skin.

‘This is your fault.’

Josh opened his eyes, he was sweating profusely and his arm was stinging. Looking down he saw fresh cuts, caked in dry black blood.