The Madman's Bunker

I want to feel your hands moving about, nails scraping gently against the wet softness of my flesh.

Move your mouth over mine to collect the blood it spurts violently. Swallow the death rattle rising in my throat.

God, to imagine someone taking their time to precisely cut my chest open, dig their hands past the tissue, grab the end of my ribs and snap them off just so they can get to my heart, grab it, and feel it beat. Jesus Christ…

It makes my head spin just thinking about. I can hear the blood rushing through my body as I sit here like a disgusting freak. My heart is beating so fast… how ironic.

It would hurt so fucking much. It makes me cringe to think about that too. How much pain I’d be in. It scares me…. I might not even get to live to feel his hand on the place where my love is found, where my life is found.

Why do I want this so bad so if I’m so fucking scared of it? Some people hate what they fear…

But in the moment, you’d have total control over what to do. Slashing my wrists? Asphyxiation that looks like hanging? Blowing my brains out? Maybe in the moment I’d get nervous and try to take it back, but I’ve already done all the work to make it look like a suicide. So I don’t get to back out. Maybe I’d realize too late with a panic there’s nothing I can do to stop you. Or maybe I wouldn’t back out, going limp and pliant and letting you kill me. I hope you’d make it painful and scary for me.

And then you’d have access to my corpse for weeks. The way we’ve set it up, no one will think to worry about me for a while. Which means my quickly cooling corpse is yours to play with whenever you want to visit. Given all the evidence of suicide, I doubt anyone would notice the way the inside of my mouth is damaged, or the way the lividity pattern is off. I’d be yours to use however you wanted, over and over, until I start to decay.

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This is a perfect plan. You want me to kill you so badly you actually thought of a way for me to do it without ending up in prison. How cute. I'll make sure to use every single hole you have for weeks. It’s going to be so hard not to dismember you, because otherwise your clever little plan would be pointless. What a waste. Once I'm fucking you, I don't know if I'll be able to resist the urge to give you a few more holes or just chop your head off to use it as a cocksleeve. I really don't think I'll control myself enough not to fuck your open neck and wounds

WEEKS of artblock and what finally breaks it is a pin up of this SLUT

I think it’s finished! Tentatively titled something to the effect of Orpheus Grieving the Ruined Eurydice, because on this reading I realized that it really is an Orpheus & Eurydice narrative on Luke’s side of things. God my heart aches harder for these two with every passing day