Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2016 9:54:28 GMT -6
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I've always been an early bird. I look at my beautiful Nyx, lying in our shared bed. She's dead asleep wearing nothing more than that Kaepernick jersey I wore when I beat the living shit out of a few bikers at that little bar on Broadway street. No one has ever inspired the feelings within me that she has. A sudden realization hits me, however, that she could become a target for those who stand against me. A potential weakness to exploit...
I suppose then that the first person who dares to lay a finger on this precious flower of mine will have to pay an exorbitant price for their lack of common sense. A lengthy hospital stay will be the starting fee, then permanent scarring, and after that, well living like a vegetable wouldn't be so bad unless the idiot in question has no one to care for their sorry ass. I gently caress her porcelain thigh and give her rear a playful squeeze. She smiles in her sleep. She's always been a deep sleeper and never cared about the few times I took her just like that. Another time, however, as I rise from my seat.
I throw my jacket on and step out into the cold, damp Missouri morning air.
The Camera starts in pitch black conditions. You hear my dry, dark voice, that's all you need for the moment.
“I once stood in the Garden of Eden, Adam to a raven haired Eve,” I tell each of you from the cool confines of blackened shadow. “It was paradise, so long as I could not see and learned nothing but what I was told by the powers that be. I continued for sometime in blissful ignorance of what was going on around me, refusing to see the truth.”
My breaths come through flared nostrils, undoubtedly being picked up by the camera's microphone. I feel the pain of my loss and how it squeezes at my heart. Continue on, however, I must.
“I took in my hand the forbidden fruit of knowledge, a juicy apple of deep crimson and I bit into it. The taste was so delicious, so wonderful. The illusion of ignorance was shattered and I learned that the Garden was an illusion. It was all a fucking lie. The beauty I once saw was replaced by a desolate wasteland, filled with lies, deceit, and treachery.”
I pull the string on the hanging light bulb that's beside my face, casting light on the darkness and revealing myself to you. My face has become a bit rounded since the last time it was in front of a camera. Healthy eating and a distinct lack of drug abuse will do that for you. My expression is somber and intense, the muscles in my brow furrowed as I stare back into that lifeless camera lens.
“But the light did shine for me and I left a world of ignorance behind me. I see the truth. I see the world for what It is once more. We live in a bastion of complacency. We're surrounded by mediocre motherfuckers living mediocre lives and all for what?” I ask you. “You are all blind to what is coming, what I bring to this table we call, Missouri State Wrestling.”
My expression only changes slightly, a devious smirk twisting my lips and my expression becoming more devilish.
“....Behold... a Pale Horse and the name that sits upon him is Death and Hell...,” I pause for dramatic effect, “...Hell follows with him.”
I bare my teeth with an evil grin as I continue speaking to you, “I am coming and I won't be alone, Missouri. No no no, I am only the beginning. All Hail the Apocalypse.”
With that I pull the string once more, cutting the light. My laughter follows, twisted and sinister, giving you feelings of dread. Oh yes, Hail the Apocalypse, motherfucker.
I return to the apartment, a few groceries in tow and what sight greets me when I walk in? Nyx's lovely body on display for my own enjoyment. She smiles sweetly at me as I place the brown bag down on the counter and I start to shed my own clothes.
“You could have done more than just play with my ass, lover,” She says to me with a coy invitation of one finger curling back. I join her in the bed, giving that pale skin a teasing caress with my fingertips.
“I had something to do first,” I say as I peck her lips with a kiss, “Get groceries, promise death and destruction to potential enemies, you know... the usual.”
She smirks a bit and bops my nose with her finger, “You can threaten murder anytime. I want to spend a few hours in Babylon with you.”
I love this filthy little hedonist. Our lips mash together, tongues wrestling within the confines of our mouths. The hours tick by as I violate her in so many ways. So willing, so wanton. What more can anyone ask for?
It's our nearly daily ritual before hitting the gym to train and train hard we will, for this isn't some shithole in Baltimore we're working for. This is a much larger playground with talent that earns it's keep, rather than sitting back and being fed until growing fat and lazy.
------ Camera Off – Jack's Apartment – St.Louis, Missouri – 6:23 AM ------
I've always been an early bird. I look at my beautiful Nyx, lying in our shared bed. She's dead asleep wearing nothing more than that Kaepernick jersey I wore when I beat the living shit out of a few bikers at that little bar on Broadway street. No one has ever inspired the feelings within me that she has. A sudden realization hits me, however, that she could become a target for those who stand against me. A potential weakness to exploit...
I suppose then that the first person who dares to lay a finger on this precious flower of mine will have to pay an exorbitant price for their lack of common sense. A lengthy hospital stay will be the starting fee, then permanent scarring, and after that, well living like a vegetable wouldn't be so bad unless the idiot in question has no one to care for their sorry ass. I gently caress her porcelain thigh and give her rear a playful squeeze. She smiles in her sleep. She's always been a deep sleeper and never cared about the few times I took her just like that. Another time, however, as I rise from my seat.
I throw my jacket on and step out into the cold, damp Missouri morning air.
------ Camera On – A dark quiet spot somewhere in Missouri – 7:00 AM ------
The Camera starts in pitch black conditions. You hear my dry, dark voice, that's all you need for the moment.
“I once stood in the Garden of Eden, Adam to a raven haired Eve,” I tell each of you from the cool confines of blackened shadow. “It was paradise, so long as I could not see and learned nothing but what I was told by the powers that be. I continued for sometime in blissful ignorance of what was going on around me, refusing to see the truth.”
My breaths come through flared nostrils, undoubtedly being picked up by the camera's microphone. I feel the pain of my loss and how it squeezes at my heart. Continue on, however, I must.
“I took in my hand the forbidden fruit of knowledge, a juicy apple of deep crimson and I bit into it. The taste was so delicious, so wonderful. The illusion of ignorance was shattered and I learned that the Garden was an illusion. It was all a fucking lie. The beauty I once saw was replaced by a desolate wasteland, filled with lies, deceit, and treachery.”
I pull the string on the hanging light bulb that's beside my face, casting light on the darkness and revealing myself to you. My face has become a bit rounded since the last time it was in front of a camera. Healthy eating and a distinct lack of drug abuse will do that for you. My expression is somber and intense, the muscles in my brow furrowed as I stare back into that lifeless camera lens.
“But the light did shine for me and I left a world of ignorance behind me. I see the truth. I see the world for what It is once more. We live in a bastion of complacency. We're surrounded by mediocre motherfuckers living mediocre lives and all for what?” I ask you. “You are all blind to what is coming, what I bring to this table we call, Missouri State Wrestling.”
My expression only changes slightly, a devious smirk twisting my lips and my expression becoming more devilish.
“....Behold... a Pale Horse and the name that sits upon him is Death and Hell...,” I pause for dramatic effect, “...Hell follows with him.”
I bare my teeth with an evil grin as I continue speaking to you, “I am coming and I won't be alone, Missouri. No no no, I am only the beginning. All Hail the Apocalypse.”
With that I pull the string once more, cutting the light. My laughter follows, twisted and sinister, giving you feelings of dread. Oh yes, Hail the Apocalypse, motherfucker.
------ Camera Off – Jack's Apartment – St.Louis, Missouri – 8:23 AM ------
I return to the apartment, a few groceries in tow and what sight greets me when I walk in? Nyx's lovely body on display for my own enjoyment. She smiles sweetly at me as I place the brown bag down on the counter and I start to shed my own clothes.
“You could have done more than just play with my ass, lover,” She says to me with a coy invitation of one finger curling back. I join her in the bed, giving that pale skin a teasing caress with my fingertips.
“I had something to do first,” I say as I peck her lips with a kiss, “Get groceries, promise death and destruction to potential enemies, you know... the usual.”
She smirks a bit and bops my nose with her finger, “You can threaten murder anytime. I want to spend a few hours in Babylon with you.”
I love this filthy little hedonist. Our lips mash together, tongues wrestling within the confines of our mouths. The hours tick by as I violate her in so many ways. So willing, so wanton. What more can anyone ask for?
It's our nearly daily ritual before hitting the gym to train and train hard we will, for this isn't some shithole in Baltimore we're working for. This is a much larger playground with talent that earns it's keep, rather than sitting back and being fed until growing fat and lazy.