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I definitely love everything that you do. But then again... My girlfriend took a lighter to my hips to burn the skin almost to the bone...

I moaned. xDDD She said I was weird but didn't complain.

Basically, you could say I like abuse. I love nails digging into flesh, being tied down, even being choked by my girlfriend. Yeah, abuse just about covers it. I'm a sucker for some rough leather.

Number Three

Number two

Number one

I had a kid at the last camp I was a councilor at that had turrets... He was very sweet, even if he was a little quirky. Ah, but I do not have a physical handicap... I am however, out of the heterosexual stereotypical.

I find my heart whispering to me,
To write you seven hundred and forty-six haikus,
And stick them up in places you go,
So you find them throughout the day,
And randomly get a poetic I love you,
(I wish I could,
But I can’t get that close,
I wish I could,
But they are all around you)

I find my heart asking me,
To sneak to you at night,
Just so I can tap on your window,
And say “I love you,”
Before I officially bed down,
(I wish I could,
But I can’t get that far,
I wish I could,
But I can’t get to you)

I find my heart telling me,
That I need to write a million things for you,
So that I can make you happy,
Because someone so perfect,
Should never be bothered with a frown,
(I wish I could,
But they stole my pens
I wish I could,
But they won’t let me write)

I find my heart screaming at me,
To tell the world I love you,
To admit to everyone that you are the only one for me,
To scream at those who don’t like us together,
That they need a better hobby,
Than to patronize us,
Since we are all equals,
(I wish I could,
But I can’t find my voice,
I wish I could,
But they won’t let me move)

I find my heart grows silent,
Whenever I need its advice most,
Like when I’m trying to sort through life’s pages,
It just likes to shut up for once,
So I can get some thinking done,
And decide what I need to do about them,
(I wish I could,
But I can’t think,
I wish I could,
But they’re suffocating me)

I’ll give you seven-hundred forty-six haikus,
I’ll say I love you at midnight,
I’ll give you a million writings,
I’ll scream to the world I love you,
And I’ll tell my heart thank you,
For all its done to help me in making you happy,
(I’ll do everything for you,
Starting with my first haiku,
I know I can,
Because they can’t hope to stop me)




My heart longs for you
Thank you for giving your heart
My life is perfect

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Chapter 2 Fear in Dreams; Dreams in Waking

Kitten stuck out her hand, reaching about for some leverage to use to lift herself up off the cold concrete floor. Her fingers spread in an attempt to find balance and her palm landed in something liquid and warm. She lifted her digits back to eye level and stared, scared to death, at the crimson liquid which dripped grotesquely from her hands. She tried to scream but couldn’t find her voice as she saw what the source of the blood actually was.

Lying about a foot from where her hand lain was Snail’s unmoving corpse. Her eyes widened and welled up with tears, the bright blue almost immediately fading to a dull and very sad looking grey. Her beloved was dead… She was dead in front of her and there was nothing she could do. There had to be something she could do. She quickly got to her knees and pushed down on her darling’s chest, trying, to no avail, to revive her dead lover, “No… No, God! Not her… Take me, kill me, maim me, and murder me; just spare her, please…” Kitten’s voice was coming out in frenzied prayers and screams as she continued to pound on Snail’s chest, not even noticing the large knife going directly through her heart. She didn’t have the sanity to see at the moment. She was blind to the world.

A horrible scream escaped her lips. It was one that could have made the most cold-hearted person break into sobs. It was a horrible sight to behold at that moment. Kitten now held a knife to her chest, the very one from Snail’s own. She watched her loved one’s life blood flow from her body and, though she didn’t know how it had happened, she knew her world was dead. She had no reason to live now.

A laugh escaped a man’s lips as he stood back from her and he clapped as he stepped forward from the shadows, “What a good show! The only think that has been able to entertain me lately has been these lovers’ deaths and suicides. It is all very funny really!” The man had a slight English accent and he was laughing with every word, relishing in Kitten’s pain.

Kitten cringed as she looked from the man down to her love, “You b*****d…” She looked up at the insane man and stabbed herself in the chest. She then quickly pulled the knife from her chest and kissed Snail on the lips, the coolness assuring her that she truly was dead, and she stood up, knowing her time would come within the next few moments, and she rushed the man. The knife was in his chest before he could have a chance to think and Kitten immediately collapsed backwards onto Snail. Her chest hurt terribly and she could hardly breathe but she managed to turn to look at her love as she died. She saw the happy expression on her beloved’s face and she knew that some life must have been in her. No one could smile like that when dead. She kissed Snail one more time as she died and it was then her heart stopped beating and she stayed like that as she died. She died kissing her love and she died avenging her.

Snail shook Kitten, hating to do it but knowing it was necessary to wake her from her nightmare. She had been screaming for almost twenty minutes now and Snail had grown scared that Kitten was going to be hurt in the process. Not to mention how much nightmares really hurt her.

Kitten woke with a start, opening her eyes to her love’s voice, “S-S-Snail, are you o-okay?” She swiped her hand across her lover’s chest, touching the place where the wound had thought to have been. Tears streamed down her cheeks unstopped as she sobbed. She fell forward onto Snail, not even remembering the wonderful time they had, had before she had her nightmare, only knowing that the nightmare hadn’t come true and that she needed to hold on to her love.

“Kitten… Kitten, darling, calm down; you’ll be all right. I’m right here, love. I won’t leave you and I won’t die or get hurt. I’m here as long as you’ll have me…” She kissed the tears off her cheeks gently, hugging onto her tightly as she did so, “Calm down…” She tried to hush her uncontrolled sobbing, hoping she was at least helping her just a little bit.

Kitten took a bit before she could calm herself down but once she did, she reached up and gave Snail a kiss, once again reaching over her to make sure she was really there and was really alive, “D-Dearest, can we go back to sleep? But, can I be in your arms this time?” She sounded scared and was. She was terrified that if she closed her eyes, Snail would disappear, leaving her all alone. She didn’t want to experience that horrible a pain ever again.

Snail caressed Kitten’s cheek before lying back down and pulling her love into her arms, wrapping her arms about her tightly and making her lay her head on her shoulder, “I wouldn’t have you anywhere else…” She paused for a moment before continuing, “I love you, Kitten, so, so much…” She kissed Kitten once again before laying her head back down, careful not to rouse her beloved from her position. She wouldn’t dare. She had heard the sounds she was making in her sleep; heard the words. She knew she had died in that dream and that she had followed her into death. It scared her that she didn’t know anything else but she wouldn’t dare to ask.

Kitten merely looked at Snail as she spoke and smiled, kissing back before breaking away and replying, “I love you too, Snail. I love you more than anything else in the world.” She smiled a little broader. She lay her head back down on Snail’s shoulder gently, trying not to rouse fears again. She wrapped her arms around her lover, content to lay there until they got up again. She just wanted time to reassure herself that she had a beloved there to wake up to every morning and one to see every night. Her mind was sure by logic but her heart was still beating double speed and was still scared to death of waking up to death.