| You ask me why? Why, why, why, why, why. He asked me why too. Do you think I gave him the answer? I might have, if I had had an answer. But it’s too late now. He’s gone, never to infuriate me again. Now that I have my answer who am I to tell? You perhaps, but before I do, I should start from the beginning so as not to confuse you.
It started when I was very young, no older than seven. My family was big on strength and if you showed a sign of weakness you’d be punished. I was weak as a child, sick a lot and for that I was punished. Tortured if you will. I lived through things that even the darkest of minds could never even come close to comprehending. I saw things and heard things that made me strong. I was no longer a weak child and when I was punished, I fought back. I killed him, my father I mean. I remember the smell of his blood as it cleansed my hands and stained my clothes. The way his gasping breath sounded like a gentle music to my ears. And the fear, oh, how I relished in the fear in his eyes until he was finally dead. It took a long time for him to die. I prolonged his death many times by helping with little things. I wanted him to beg for it, I wanted him to plead with me to end his miserable life and he did, God how he did. It was arousing, I admit it. Yes, I may be a sick and twisted bastard, but I do it right. The last word that he spoke before a trickle of blood ran from the side of his mouth was “Why?” The blood was so red…it reminded me of a rose. Roses are red Violets are blue I told him this as well, he kept saying that he was sorry. He wasn’t sorry, he only pitied me. They all pity me. I showed him what I thought of his pity. He was a pilot, the weakest of the five apparently, or so I’d heard. When he had been captured I had ordered him to my bedchamber. When I had arrived he had been there and with one look at him I knew his weakness. He was small for a pilot, who was supposed to be my enemy, but this…boy, was helpless now. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he put up a deadly fight, but I had the advantage and I easily had him pinned to the bed. I used barbed wire to bind his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. No, not rope, not ribbon, not even regular wire. I wanted him to hurt; I wanted to see his blood streaming down his slender arms, staining his pale white skin with evil. He was perfect. But soon, he wouldn’t be. Nobodies perfect Especially you. I asked him his name. He said only 04. Funny, I had said. You are pilot 04 and once I am finish there will only be four pilots left. He told me that it wasn’t funny. I hit him. Ha, ha! I had drawn blood! I watched intensely as the beautifully dark liquid trickled down from his nose and over his lips, darkening their pale complexion as well. I leaned forward towards his mouth. I’m sure he thought that I was going to kiss him, and I surprised him when I licked the blood off. I rolled the bitter liquid around my mouth, coating my teeth, tongue and cheeks with it before I spit it back out, hitting him in the face. He glared at me with his bright aqua eyes. They reminded me of an ocean on a clear day, and his hair, golden, as it was seemed to shine even in the dimness of my chamber. I laughed, he simply looked too innocent…no, too weak to be glaring at me with such hatred. The taste of blood was diminishing in my mouth. Needing more I got off him and went over to my closet, which beside the finely hand crafted door hung my sword. I pulled it from the wall and went back over to him. I wanted to see fear, but I got no reaction. And there was still no reaction after I had sliced his clothes off and disposed of them, throwing them across the room. He had accepted his fate. The world is dark It starts to rain But that doesn’t mean I can’t play. Nothing you do Will stop the pain. Do you have any friends? Lovers? I had asked and he had turned his head. No, only the other pilots. He had replied quietly. His voice…was soft; I couldn’t wait to hear it screaming in anguish, begging me to take him. To make the pain stop, but even in his last moments, the pain would be there, it never ended, the pain never stopped. The other pilots are your lovers? I prodded. Only one, he replied. Which? I was curious for he would be my next victim. He had told me 01. Interesting, I had said. Someone as strong as he, with someone weak like you. He only looked at me, not mad, not scared, just looked at me. So what are you going to do with me? I’m going to kill you. I replied. Your world is gone Everything is fine I cut him. The blade of my sword sank into his skin magnificently, perfectly. And while high on the scent of the glittering liquid I childishly wrote my name across his skin, licking the blood from his body after each gentle stroke. The taste aroused me and I pressed my body into his. He whimpered and I smirked at the sound. You’re scared. I said knowingly. Wouldn’t you be? He asked. Perhaps. I grinned, then proceeded to take off my clothes. The torture always made me aroused but I had never had sex with one of my victims, and trust me, there had been plenty. Of course, none had held his beauty or youth. It would be mine; it would all be mine! I shuttered in pleasure as he struggled against his restraints, only to cut his ankles and wrists on the bared wire. I told him that he would never get away. He told me he’d never be mine. You are not yours You’re only mine. I sat between his legs. He was spread out before me in all his glory and I soaked him in. He was beautiful. It was then that I noticed he was trembling. I raised an eyebrow in question, but he never answered, nor did I ever speak it out loud. I already knew why. He had never been taken; he was still a virgin. Ah, there would be a sacrifice tonight. I thought as I wrapped barbed wire around his neck until he could no longer move without being cut. Even swallowing was a problem. I untied his feet, so I would be able to get under him. I knew he wouldn’t kick me because his actions would jar the wire around his neck. I leaned forward and sucked on his nipples. He couldn’t help but moan under my skilled tongue. I gently played with them until I could feel his firm heat underneath me. So he liked to submit, too bad his lover would never find out. With no warning I bit down hard on his left nub and his scream of pain sent courses of pleasure through my being, which all centered around my groin. I pulled back and was satisfied to see that there was blood. Now, little one, I had whispered before plunging in to his tight heat using no lubrication or preparation. He arched in pain and let out a blood-curtailing scream. The wire around his neck cut him and blood fell from his lips. Blood from his neck trickled down his body, gathering on his chest, covering my name. I grabbed my sword and began to make crisscross patterns on his flat stomach. I didn’t lick the blood this time. This time I rubbed my hands through it, smearing it around his entire body until both of us were coated with it. As I licked on of my fingers, I noticed that he was struggling to breathe. The roses have wilted And the violets are dying With the last of the barbed wire I wrapped it around his standing cock and sensitive sacks. Then, I moved so I could look into his eyes. Yes, there was fear. He was even crying, it was more than I could ever wish for! I began pounding him relentlessly, making sure to jar every bit of wire wrapped around two of the most sensitive areas on his body. He cried out with pain and shock and fear…I needed to hear his sobbing and whimpering. I craved it. You are still whining, Soundlessly crying. Why? There’s the word. I knew it would be asked. I had known from the very beginning but I didn’t answer. I continued my pounding even as his eyes began to droop. By now he was bleeding from almost every part of his body and the bed had soaked up almost all of his blood. I grabbed his cock and squeezed hard, the wire around it sliced through his skin and he arched his body again. It’s all it took. I came hard, filling his torn and bloody entrance with my life. I landed on him, slipping against his blood-coated skin. Once I had regained some of my strength I look at you again and your tears are mixing with the blood around you. Why? You repeat. Because, I reply as I wrap my hands around the barbed wire at your throat. I do it slowly, deliberately. I want to see the pain and fear in your eyes, I want to hear you gasping for breath. He doesn’t disappoint me. Everything is dying That’s what I said His eyes are getting droopy, he’s about to die. And still, even with his almost last breath he asks me why. I don’t answer him because I think he knows. But I do lean over him and this time kiss his blood coated lips, stealing his last breath. His body goes limp. You want to know the best part about him? It was the look on their faces when the other pilots found his body. The others find you You’re already dead. So, you still want to know why? Because I loved it. ~Owari~ |
| Poem copyrighted (except the first 2 lines) to Dark Wing. |