Triauna Hall

(April 21 / Maryland)

The Phone Call


I’m back at it again, only this time I thought I should bring friends. We’re working on some plans, determining who’s going to be first in our hands. We’re preparing your stay; I’ll let you know when we’re on our way. You should be happy with your room, then again we wouldn’t care. Um, we will be leaving soon, you’ll know once we are there.

We can’t wait to see you, we’re going to have so much fun, no worries, you’ll have some fun too, and we will even give you a chance to run. But know that we will catch you, I mean, this is our game, and we will tell you our rules, if you’re not in too much pain. I can’t wait to see you, my friends can’t either, it’s like you’re the heat and we are the fever, come on you need us and we need you. You’re like the lock and we are the key but you’re here to satisfy me. On the bright side, you might just live long, if you don’t then I guess I was wrong. You might not be the one who’s right for me. Nothing’s stopping me from trying so we just might see.

We’re not quite there yet but we will be soon. I can’t wait to meet my new pet; I might let you choose your room. Awe don’t be sad, we’re coming to get you, I’m actually really glad, but if only you really knew. I can’t wait to get there and hear your little screams. Don’t worry, it won’t be too extreme. I can’t wait for you to bleed and for me to plant my seed, to see how desperate you will be and your need for me. I’m almost there, I’m nearly by your side and don’t be too scared, there is no where for you to hide. Gosh I can’t wait to get my hands on you, my excitement might take over, and I wouldn’t know what to do. Are you ready for me? I know I’m ready for you. It doesn’t matter anyways, since I’m already behind you.

Submitted: Monday, July 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 24, 2013

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Is it bad, that I think of stuff like this?

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  • Khairul Ahsan (8/1/2013 2:05:00 AM)

    The note is just not enough for many a dumb person like me!
    No, not at all. No stuff is bad for thinking. Thoughts should be free like a flying bird, unfettered! (Report) Reply

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