PLAY

He wanted to play. So I did. First we played the way he wanted me to. I let him pin me and take control. When he asked me to lead I pinned him open. Layer by layer. Holding him in place by his ankles and wrists, I peeled back his skin. Needles holding open raw flesh. Burning him open down the seams. Slicing down his sides with a ratchet knife. I like playing my men clean cut. Skinning them open like I would a deer. It can get messy, but I like taking my time. I like watching them wince. Their pain completes me. Eyelids pulled out wide exposing the spherical whites around their irises, held so elegantly in a frame of red and pink flesh. Lips pulled open. Cheeks slit. Sometimes I pull teeth. Or simply place a few of their chopped fingers between molars, exposing an open mouth and wide throat. I like to play with their tongues. Holding them in the grip of tongs or my finger tips. I like to play with them pinned and cut open. It makes me feel complete. Now, time to slice open his “you-know-what” and see it inside out. That part is fun. It sometimes gets hard, but it eventually goes limp when I cut through it. Ready to play?