Forever dreaming of learning a sword acts in a circus. For the mere fact of being able to toss a dagger and kick it so perfectly, it pierces a person's skull.
Spread out on the altar, favor and blood dripping from between my thighs that burn through the marble. The burn marks on my skin sizzle as He tries to cast me out, dragging a moan out of me as I add onto the mess.
I was deemed the Lamb without its most valued asset, its cleanliness, and therefore cast out by your God. To be cast out is to revel in my sinful nature, to be cast out was the only way for Him to find me. Now He and I are the ones God fears.
Saving your victim from fatal bloodloss by connecting your veins directly. Not because they deserve to live, but if they ever do live to tell the tale, they can't run from their own life force unless they finish the job after.
@SNUFFDEITY It's all a part of the game. Feeding them pain bit by bit under the guise of a bit of rough affection, just a need to mark. Slowly pushing them deeper and deeper into the pit of despair that is you, too far gone into associating pain with pleasure to ever be able to leave. I see.
To cover every inch of flooring within our home in bone shard mosaic, just to give ourselves a visual representation of our place within this world. Above them, together.
To carve out all of my cheek and lip tissue so all is left is an abomination of a face that wouldn't even be able to satisfy any rapist's cock, no matter how hard they try.
Sobbing and gasping against his shoulder, weak pleas falling against deaf ears as he grunts out praises. Yet you can't help but grab on and dig your nails into his back, finding grounding in the very same filthy rapist that's holding you down. +
The priest that would let himself be seduced and led into prostitutes' homes, visibly getting more excited and tense as the moments pass. Making no move, just watching, trembling. To save another led astray child of the Lord with the sweet mercy of death? That's what's orgasmic.
A priest slicing off chunks of bodies, eating of it every day. After all, a communion wafer is just a newer, dulled down version that replaces the true divinity; a sacrificial victim.