Sunday, June 10, 2012

3 Days

I'm still recovering from the wounds my Target inflicted on me.  As predicted, breakfast this morning was unpleasant.  Far more unpleasant for poor Moral, of course.

He's beside me at the moment, completely Bound as he was in our first meeting.  Standing with his back straight, his hands clasped in front of him, and his head bowed.  Eyes closed, of course.  He can hear and feel everything, but his vision is gone.  Of course, I could let him see, but on the off-chance he would recognize his surroundings before his termination, would be remarkably foolish.

3 days remain.


  1. So why the hell are you holding him for three days, Whitecrow?

    1. Why else would a deranged, psychopathic murderer hold his intended victim for three days? I want to make him scream, child. Beg for death. Wail to his deity. Curse my name.

      I want to break him. Shatter his delusions of being any sort of 'knight,' White or otherwise. And then I'll kill him.

    2. haha. I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh, but I can't help myself. that's going to end up hurting you more than it's going to hurt him. excessive cruelty will always backfire. Always.

      torture for the sake of hearing a scream will invariably go wrong. Somehow, some way, you're going to fuck up.

    3. You're like the villain that does a long-winded exposition speech about his evil plan five minutes before executing it.

      This WILL eventually bite you in the ass.

      And I can't wait to see Moral kick the everliving shit out of you.

    4. How exactly will he go about 'kicking the everliving shit out of me' when he's currently being mindfucked so hard he can't lift a finger?

      And I do love to twirl my mustache. I suspect I wouldn't mind stroking my goatee, either, had I the inclination to grow one.