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I feel nothing.
This drab dress I wear, this sharp knife I hold,
Why am I here?
Everything is odd.
But then so am I. Aren’t I?
I see it advance.
He looks like a man.
Except he looks… odd.
He has some sort of symbol on his body.
His very thin body. Thin. Paper thin.
I look at him.
I feel nothing.
He swipes his pike at me
And slashes me across the arm.
Why did he do this?
It hurts and I am bleeding,
It really hurts. I don’t like this!
I feel… I feel an unpleasant sensation Its building!
Around my shoulders and my arms.
I clutch my knife tighter.
Where does my arm end and the knife begin? I don’t know!
My muscles are tightening,
Am I am losing control? What is happening??
I tilt my head in confusion.
I feel my teeth jar together, I think I am understanding.
I am going to use this knife to cut him
Into pieces, lots of little pieces!
And I will stamp on them. He cut me.
He makes another swing at me.
I jump aside dodging it easily… he will not hurt me again!
I shiver with pleasure and I smile at him.
He seems uncomfortable… why is he looking at me like that?
No matter, this will be fun oh!
I can’t see, there is blood in my eyes, let me keep slashing. Slash! Slash!
He screams, ah sweet music to my ears, his blood mixes with mine from my cut.
I feel no pain my cut, I do not feel it any more. I am warm.
I feel pleasure! I shiver.
He isn’t moving. He is all over the place.
I look at the pieces on the floor, and over my blade.
I see the blood all over my dress, my drab dress and my sharp knife.
I wipe the blood off my knife on my dress, what a mess.
What do I feel?
Oh… let me think. How odd… I feel
Nothing.
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