Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

I’m looking,

I’m searching,

salivating at the thought,

of what I’ll do,

once I’ve got you,

I’ll break you,

I’ll rip you,

I’ll beat you,

I’ll kill you,

I’ll fuck you,

I’ll screw you,

I’ll smother your face,

I’ll smother your moans,

then I’ll drain you,

and cook you,

I’ll bathe in your blood,

while I’ll chew on your bones,

so run if you wish,

it won’t change a thing,

because I’m coming for you,

and you,

won’t escape.