an axe to grind

-🫀

though the weapons on show does peak my interest, the adrenaline that would run through me as i try and figure out your next move.

creativity is always the best, you’re so right. i’d be so excited to know just how creative you can get.

-🫀

i'd view it as a fun challenge, really. seeing just how far i can push you until you break. it's much too disappointing when they fall apart so easily, after all. the real entertainment is prolonging it as long as possible; making even a masochist like you hit their limit.

maybe i'd make you my test subject of sorts. trying every twisted, sadistic idea out on you first. to really make it fun, sometimes, i'd force you to pick between two equally painful options. put the ball in your court, so that no matter what, you have a hand in your own misery.

taking it even further, i'd play mind games with you – doing the opposite of what you chose, or simply doing both. every time i ask the question, you'll never know what to expect. never know if you should try to pull reverse psychology on me or if it's futile.

and i'd record it all, of course. make you watch back the tapes on a loop when i'm not there so that you relive it again and again.

Honestly, I'm not really sure how to explain it but,,, I'm not?? fully against hurting someone else,,, if it's something I can do to prove I belong to someone y'know...? Or like... the idea of being able to crawl inside of someone and stay with them even after death is kinda nice,,,

But I don't think I'd actually be able to kill someone else,,, I'd gladly still help with disposing the body though or cleaning up...

If you made me kill someone,, I'm not sure how I'd exactly react.. I'd probably be super shaky and might cry the first time,, but if it became a regular thing I might even get used to it,,, or even try and do better to please you <3..

I do definitely consider myself more of a masochist than a sadist though,,,

-🐇

that's fitting. i'd say i like the opposite idea – cutting someone open and peeling back their layers, getting to see a part of them that no one else has or ever will. inspecting every organ, caressing each rib. truly, i couldn't think of anything more intimate.

and prove you belong to someone, hm? kidnapping you would pretty much guarantee i'd never have to worry about your eye wandering. but if i hadn't, or perhaps if i let you go temporarily while trusting you'll come back.... i'm an extremely jealous guy. if i had even the slightest inkling that you were spending time with anyone else, let alone gaining any interest in them, i'd give you an ultimatum. kill them, or i will. and you know it'd be infinitely worse if i did.

disposing of bodies would be the most boring part for me, so i'd definitely teach you how. the process itself, as well as training you to be comfortable around corpses. though, i'd miss seeing you freak out about them and the amusement it'd give me. i can imagine myself playing malicious pranks on you like puppeteering one around and letting it fall on you.

i wouldn't make you an apprentice, necessarily, but watching you kill once would open a floodgate in me. i'd start you off somewhat small by demanding you help me slice up victims. if you did well, i'd give you a reward. if you did poorly.... i'd make you take their place.

You bring someone else home? Lock them up in the basement for a bit?? I just couldn't help but be a little bit of a brat to catch your attention,, not anything too bad though, I'm not that stupid... but I'd maybe sneak into a place I wasn't allowed, or maybe "accidentally" break or touch something I wasn't allowed to... just small little acts of defiance disguised as clumsiness or forgetfulness,,

I'd even maybe sneak into the basement and play a bit with the victim,,, to try and prove that they wouldn't last nearly as long as me, they'd never be as good as a pet as me <3... A punishment is worth it, as long as I can make it clear that they aren't worthy of being kept around...

Also,,, I think with all these asks / answers I'm only getting more needy... sjhjdjsjkf

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i'd see right through your schemes. after all, how could a silly bunny like you ever get anything past me? especially when i'm so used to your pathetic begging for attention? i'd be so thoroughly amused by it. by how you're really that desperate for me that you'd do something that could possibly draw my ire just for a scrap of my time.

but i wouldn't say anything. i'd play along, cutting you up lightly as punishment and implying you aren't as sneaky as you think just to watch you squirm.

though, i would be surprised to find you playing with the victim. your masochism is very obvious, but i wouldn't expect you to have it in you to hurt someone else. then, when the surprise fades, i'd simply be excited.

even if you didn't plan on doing anything really bad to them, there'd be no backing out now. i'd give you a knife, and if you tried to refuse, i'd wrap each of your individual fucking fingers around its handle. i'd tightly grip my hands over yours and it wouldn't matter if you want to do this or not – i'd guide our joined hands— our joint knife into their insides. over and over again.

it would feel so damn intoxicating how you shake and tremble in my arms, how the blood and guts bathe us both, how the light in their eyes fades because of us. what else could be such a perfect declaration of love?

-🐇

honestly i’d love to be another star, another statistic, another body for you to hurt

-🫀 (if that’s not taken)

and i'd love to film your death from start to finish. when you wake up, drowsy and dizzy. the slow realization of what's happening into the frantic – futile – attempts to get out of your restraints. roughly gripping your chin and shoving the camera into your face, laughing at your terrified reaction.

having a table of various different tools and weapons just for show. i've had a set plan since the start, of course, but it's just so fun watching you as your mind comes up with horrifying, painful outcomes for each one.

the thing about killing is that it's the best when you're creative. something i personally excel at, unfortunately for you. i'd push a long blade through one cheek and out the other. fire a nail gun into your hands. cut you open and stick razor blades into the wound.

but Anyhow I’d let you cut me up and take it out on me and all + I wanna let you take all your sick ideas out on me you could do anything and I’d thank u (my brain hurts I could probably write something better later)

thank u for ur time!

sick ideas, huh? i have a lot of those. like stabbing a knife into your thigh with my finger pressed against the blade.

feeling first-hand how it cuts through your skin and your muscles. how it scrapes against your bone. how my nail scratches your insides. the way my finger becomes drenched in your blood – enveloped by it – and the way your flesh is dizzyingly warm around me.

I know you might already know who I am (aka know what blog I came from), and that makes me so sjdhjsbf /pos,,,

I love just sitting here and smiling at your responses,,, I'd absolutely love to be your pet... After I learn to handle the abuse,,, I'd feel safer with you than anyone else, after all... the outside world is scary, why not stick to what's familiar,,??

-🐇

i'd make it so you couldn't even imagine leaving.

telling you that you're too much of a dumb little bunny to survive on your own; you simply couldn't handle it out there. you simply couldn't function without me. i'm the only one that will ever be willing to take care of you – everyone else wouldn't even bother trying.

sure, if you stay with me, i'll hurt you. slicing into you whenever i get bored, pressing my fingers into your wounds as a sign of "love". when you misbehave, even in the most slightest of ways, forcing you to carve into yourself as penance.

but i'd tell you example after example of how i'd do so much worse if you tried to leave. and you know i'd follow through. at least this way, you can tell yourself that i'm not that bad. it's just my nature. and surely since i keep you around, i care about you, right? if you left, you'd only end up in a worse situation.

if you left, you'd never find someone who loves you like i do.

if you left, you'd never find someone who hurts you so well like i do.

I can already imagine how easy it'd be to fall for you,, as dumb as it sounds, if you actually kept me around, especially if you gave me even a second of positive attention, I'd be the type to immediately take it as some "sign" that you like me,,,

I think I'd be stuck between wanting you to just kill me,, and actually feeling honored to be kept around by you <33,, I'm literally just a pathetic rabbit anyways,,, I'd eagerly accept any place you keep me as a home, until you decide to finish me off that is,,,

-🐇

it'd be so fun to see how much i could get away with. how much i could push you around; toy with you as maliciously as possible. just to say or do something vaguely sweet and watch you crumble for the bare minimum amount of affection.

there'd be some honor in being kept by me, wouldn't there? that i take so much fucking enjoyment out of cutting you open, of drawing out your pain as much as possible that i'd suffer through taking care of you. when for anyone else i wouldn't even bother.

i'd keep you in the basement, first. dusty and dark, the floor still covered in crushed glass and your blood. i'd teach you how you're not worthy enough to be human, that you're just a broken, wild animal. you don't get the same rights humans do. you don't deserve the same care humans get.

i'd ruin your self-esteem and then build it back from the ground up. calling you worthless and abandoned, saying that no one is looking for someone as insignificant as you. that no one will rescue you.

but i'd assure you that if you just act right, if you stop fighting and take all of the abuse, you can be my pet instead. that you can come up into the rest of the house, that you can have the special job of doing chores for me. that i'll press kisses to your bleeding cuts instead of forcing salt into them.

I'm just thinking abt,, writhing against restraints, tears trickling down my face despite the fact I'd secretly love the pain, the torture,, Maybe I'd be good and help clean up my own blood,, licking it up off of the floor or your boots and gloves... as it'd be my fault anyways for making such a mess,,, I'd end up begging for the sweet release of death, knowing there's no way out alive,, my vision was already blurring, and even though I could hardly focus,, I could swear my intestines were already being pulled out of my stomach,,, pooling around my ruined dress...

Even if I had a chance of surviving, I don't think I'd want to, knowing no one else would ever be able to make me hurt like that <3,,,

-🐇

i'd make it as painful as possible. tight ropes digging into your skin, into the cuts i've already inflicted on you; rubbing them raw, whittling the cracks open even more. i'd take my time. cleaning your wounds, bandaging them. just so i could play with you for longer. so i could split back open each and every injury, harder and deeper every time.

maybe i'd let you out of the restraints sometimes. make you crawl around on the ground like a pathetic fucking animal. pressing my boot into your back every time you futilely try to get up. fuck, maybe i'd even litter glass shards on the ground so every move you make is pure agony.

i'd feel conflicted over killing you. not because of any sense of guilt or anything like that – no no no, i'd never feel guilt for a creature as worthless as you. but isn't life the greatest torture of all? knowing you want to die..... i'd never want to give you the fucking satisfaction.

no matter how tempting your pained cries are, your pathetic pleas for death, your pitiful tear-stained face.... how simply intoxicating it'd feel to force my axe through your cute throat and feel your blood spray onto my face....

i think i'd rather bring you back from the brink. making you feel safe with me, making you rely on me, making you fall in love with me. simply so that i could give you something to live for.