Post by ~Poison Ivy~ on Jul 28, 2012 12:12:37 GMT -5
I awoke on a humid summer’s night, the stench of sweat dwelled in the cell block making it unbearable to breath. All the stored anger and evil that lingered in the block you could feel it brewing as the air got hotter and the day grew longer. Keeping us lock up here like animals in cages……. it was sick.
I laid there wishing every moment I was locked away somewhere with my beautiful plants. They never had such evil within them. The human race is what is killing this world not plants and animals. For they survive not by rules and government, but by the primal code: survival of the fittest.
Just then a thought had crossed my mind the only way I can make it to my utopian hideaway and be reunited with my herbs once more was to survive as they did. Only the strong survive and the weak shall perish beneath my feet to fertilize the ground that will renew a dawn of peace with plants over running the globe.
I laid there, clothes musty from the heat of my body just pulsing with rage and determination. Dinner grew near, it would be time to gather the cattle to eat. Men and women alike would be shuffled into the cafeteria villains and humans alike. Everyone forced to live together, walk together, eat together day in and day out nothing but deviants and psychos constantly it can alter your way of thinking.
I had struck up a conversation one day with the guard from the block next to mine he was a tall man about 6’1 with dark brown hair cut. He carried himself with poise and courage, he was a proud man he never took crap from any of his inmates no matter who or what they were.
We talked of modest things like how he liked to spend his free time. But with each passing day the talks would grow to more in depth commentary.
We talked for months just a few moments here and there but we could not be seen talking anymore so we began writing to each other. We would write about our dreams. His was to become the warden of Arkham and run this prison like a well-oiled machine and mine was to live one day in my pure bliss and have all my wants met. Although he as a man thought this meant that I wanted something more sensual for him. What small, pathetic minds men have. No dear, you are merely a pawn in my game here I thought.
I took out paper and my pencil that was provided for me compliments of Arkham Asylum.
As I began writing to the guard I foreshadowed the comings to be and suddenly a sense of sweet euphoria overcame me and I was pleased. In the note I asked suggestively of the guard to meet me at my cell to talk I hadn’t seen him and my yearning for comfort was growing intensely.
I noticed his approaching footsteps by their commanding feeling as they came gradually closer to my cell. I could feel my heart beating faster with anticipation …….and then there he was.
I stood up to find the strong handsome man standing at attention in front of me the feeling intimidated me at first but then I looked into his eyes and found no evil, no disheartening feeling of discontentment, nothing and it was new to me. I wasn’t sure how to react all the men I see are insane, psychopathic, demonic beings, and he was nothing of the sort. In that intriguing stare I found something that warmed my heart. He looked at me with a face many try to create but hardly ever commit to, this look of enjoyment and happiness it overwhelmed me. It took over, the passion heated my blood i could feel it flowing thru me……. it excited me. I approached the bars of my cell the tension between us was explosive.
He looked deep within my eyes and asked me one question as we stood there. He said “Why me? This is crazy!!! I should not be trusting you but there is something about your eyes that I just cannot deny nor avoid.”
“You ask why you” I say in a soft breathy tone, I leaned in closer and breathed shallowly on his neck. Then I turned and looked in his eyes and said “Every woman loves a man in uniform…….I leaned in for a kiss our lips locked. His soft lips felt so good upon mine as we intertwined them for a moment. His arms so big they could barely get thru the bars to reach me. My hands wrapped around the back of his head pulling him closer I couldn’t get enough and apparently neither could he. We released in a sigh of pleasure, when I opened my eyes he was there staring back at me I looked at him and said “But unfortunately for you I prefer my men DEAD…..and in one swift jerk of his neck I heard a loud pop and I saw this tower of a man crumble before me as his limp body expelled the last of his life from his luscious lips.
I was tingling all over I had almost forgotten how good it feels. I pushed his worthless body off the bars of my cell and went back to laying in deep thought of my future to come.
Moments later my cell was flooded with guards trying to beat me, subdue me, and torture me as they wanted to reek their vengeance on their lost brother. That was the worst choice they could have made as one single tear dropped from my eye an eruption of anger exploded from inside me how dare they…… they think they can defeat me…….. I’d love to see them try…….
As I stand there with my hands behind my back one guard behind me, one in front, and one tending to the lack of life still lying on the floor. At that moment I knew this would be entertaining. As I leaned forward I whispered to the fragile guard that kneeled before the body and said “He was a pathetic excuse for a man anyway he let his emotions get the best of him……….
Just then all hell broke loose. I kicked the guard behind me in the balls the center of all men’s universe and began to fight for survival I knew I was stronger than all of those men. One by one I picked them off like sitting ducks in a pond. Four guards: first one broken neck, the one behind me shanked with the pencil I sharpened daily against my bed posts, the one in front of me using a stiff upper cut I forced his vomer bone into his brain instantaneously expiring him with a cracking sound that could be heard from cells over. Last but not least the puny, weak, emotionally fragile one……..my pathetic prey………I choked the life out of him with my own bare hands watching his face turn purple as he panicked and struggled. How incredibly pitiful he was as he tried to reach for help and the assurance of life………how stupid and gullible men are. The fear in his cold, dead eyes pleased me. As I walked out of my cell and away from the repulsive sight of the wasted energy I used to slay those vial men I thought to myself “What a waste men are on earth……..
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I laid there wishing every moment I was locked away somewhere with my beautiful plants. They never had such evil within them. The human race is what is killing this world not plants and animals. For they survive not by rules and government, but by the primal code: survival of the fittest.
Just then a thought had crossed my mind the only way I can make it to my utopian hideaway and be reunited with my herbs once more was to survive as they did. Only the strong survive and the weak shall perish beneath my feet to fertilize the ground that will renew a dawn of peace with plants over running the globe.
I laid there, clothes musty from the heat of my body just pulsing with rage and determination. Dinner grew near, it would be time to gather the cattle to eat. Men and women alike would be shuffled into the cafeteria villains and humans alike. Everyone forced to live together, walk together, eat together day in and day out nothing but deviants and psychos constantly it can alter your way of thinking.
I had struck up a conversation one day with the guard from the block next to mine he was a tall man about 6’1 with dark brown hair cut. He carried himself with poise and courage, he was a proud man he never took crap from any of his inmates no matter who or what they were.
We talked of modest things like how he liked to spend his free time. But with each passing day the talks would grow to more in depth commentary.
We talked for months just a few moments here and there but we could not be seen talking anymore so we began writing to each other. We would write about our dreams. His was to become the warden of Arkham and run this prison like a well-oiled machine and mine was to live one day in my pure bliss and have all my wants met. Although he as a man thought this meant that I wanted something more sensual for him. What small, pathetic minds men have. No dear, you are merely a pawn in my game here I thought.
I took out paper and my pencil that was provided for me compliments of Arkham Asylum.
As I began writing to the guard I foreshadowed the comings to be and suddenly a sense of sweet euphoria overcame me and I was pleased. In the note I asked suggestively of the guard to meet me at my cell to talk I hadn’t seen him and my yearning for comfort was growing intensely.
I noticed his approaching footsteps by their commanding feeling as they came gradually closer to my cell. I could feel my heart beating faster with anticipation …….and then there he was.
I stood up to find the strong handsome man standing at attention in front of me the feeling intimidated me at first but then I looked into his eyes and found no evil, no disheartening feeling of discontentment, nothing and it was new to me. I wasn’t sure how to react all the men I see are insane, psychopathic, demonic beings, and he was nothing of the sort. In that intriguing stare I found something that warmed my heart. He looked at me with a face many try to create but hardly ever commit to, this look of enjoyment and happiness it overwhelmed me. It took over, the passion heated my blood i could feel it flowing thru me……. it excited me. I approached the bars of my cell the tension between us was explosive.
He looked deep within my eyes and asked me one question as we stood there. He said “Why me? This is crazy!!! I should not be trusting you but there is something about your eyes that I just cannot deny nor avoid.”
“You ask why you” I say in a soft breathy tone, I leaned in closer and breathed shallowly on his neck. Then I turned and looked in his eyes and said “Every woman loves a man in uniform…….I leaned in for a kiss our lips locked. His soft lips felt so good upon mine as we intertwined them for a moment. His arms so big they could barely get thru the bars to reach me. My hands wrapped around the back of his head pulling him closer I couldn’t get enough and apparently neither could he. We released in a sigh of pleasure, when I opened my eyes he was there staring back at me I looked at him and said “But unfortunately for you I prefer my men DEAD…..and in one swift jerk of his neck I heard a loud pop and I saw this tower of a man crumble before me as his limp body expelled the last of his life from his luscious lips.
I was tingling all over I had almost forgotten how good it feels. I pushed his worthless body off the bars of my cell and went back to laying in deep thought of my future to come.
Moments later my cell was flooded with guards trying to beat me, subdue me, and torture me as they wanted to reek their vengeance on their lost brother. That was the worst choice they could have made as one single tear dropped from my eye an eruption of anger exploded from inside me how dare they…… they think they can defeat me…….. I’d love to see them try…….
As I stand there with my hands behind my back one guard behind me, one in front, and one tending to the lack of life still lying on the floor. At that moment I knew this would be entertaining. As I leaned forward I whispered to the fragile guard that kneeled before the body and said “He was a pathetic excuse for a man anyway he let his emotions get the best of him……….
Just then all hell broke loose. I kicked the guard behind me in the balls the center of all men’s universe and began to fight for survival I knew I was stronger than all of those men. One by one I picked them off like sitting ducks in a pond. Four guards: first one broken neck, the one behind me shanked with the pencil I sharpened daily against my bed posts, the one in front of me using a stiff upper cut I forced his vomer bone into his brain instantaneously expiring him with a cracking sound that could be heard from cells over. Last but not least the puny, weak, emotionally fragile one……..my pathetic prey………I choked the life out of him with my own bare hands watching his face turn purple as he panicked and struggled. How incredibly pitiful he was as he tried to reach for help and the assurance of life………how stupid and gullible men are. The fear in his cold, dead eyes pleased me. As I walked out of my cell and away from the repulsive sight of the wasted energy I used to slay those vial men I thought to myself “What a waste men are on earth……..
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