The Art Of Finger Dexterity

There are many things one can do with fingers.

Stop thinking like that, dirty whore.

I mean bad things.

Again, get those thoughts outta your head.

For example.

I could strangle you.

I could wrap my hands around your throat, bonding myself

To you at last, and not let you go till I see you die. And then I

Slew you across the room.

But that's too easy.

I could pick up the disbanded plastic bag.

And kill you in another way.

Hold it over your head.

Till theres no oxygen left.

And when you pass out

My real fun begins.

I wait till you wake up.

And then drag a knife against your hand.

Cutting small lines.

Roads.

Rivers.

I then move up to your shoulders.

And mark my initials.

I was here.

I drag the knife  to your ears, and 

Take pleasure in piercing them in many places.

You scream.

And I take pleasure in that too.

I then proceed to move the knide towards your face.

Over and over, I write my name on those cheeks.

Soon, you wear a sickly red mask.

Though your eyes are still bright.

Your mouth, still active.

I cut a small ridge across your upper lip.

The lipliner you always wanted.

I got it for you.

Happy?

I move the knife down towards your heart.

And I thrust.

My pleasure.

Forever.

Your heart broken.

Forever.