The beginning or The End of...something.

[weedguru_animal]

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Staring at her naked moon white peach of an arse, quivering in front of him, Said felt a surge of bloodlust flowing through his veins. She was his...Running his fingers between the cheeks, reaching her pussy, feeling for its wetness, but finding nothing but hot fear. Which drove him to anger...Grabbing her hair and pulling tightly, he began to whip her back with a leather belt. Not to tease, but to torture...Each time he struck, her defiled skin reddening, bruising, screaming in silence. For she had learned to stay quiet, to bite her lip so hard that it bled profusely, leaving her mouth always covered in sores...Throwing the belt to one side, the arab fiend spread her peach segments, and pushed his evil member into her anus. Hard...Hard enough to cause her whole body to writhe in agony....whimpers of hopeless pain escaping her mouth...This was what he wanted. This is what he had paid a hefty price for...Plunging himself slowly, forcefully ,deep inside her arse, Said took a blade from his shirt pocket...Then leaned forward, putting his weight behind his dick, to wave the weapon inches from her face. Laughing when the recognition hit home and she tried to pull away. But no chance...he was inside, her. On top of her. All around her...Her breathing became erratic as he pointed the blade towards her left eye, holding her head in place by her hair. Thrusting still, as climax beckoned, drawing the steel closer to her flesh...as he started to cum he cut her deeply, till he felt metal on bone, just above her eyelid, then scraped it up her forehead as he shot his devil seed inside her, tears and blood flowing down her face...He had wanted to make her flesh cry, dreamed of it before she had been purchased...and now he had his glory...now he saw it, and felt it...a rush far greater than even the finest peruvian cocaine...pure, beastly power...removing his dick from her trembling body, he turned her face around to look at him, smiling as he saw the deep gash above her brow, the blood pouring down her cheeks and neck..He hated her...Huffing with disgust, Said punched her in the mouth, teeth shattering, more whimpering, more blood...
'Next time, make sure you are wet'
was all he said, as he turned to grab his clothes and leave...On his way out, he told the Madam to get the girl cleaned up, and ready for the same time next week...She nodded in agreement, her face porcelan like a death mask, no flicker of emotion registering, though she knew exactly what he had meant when he had said 'clean her up'. She felt nothing...Just doing her Job.

Satisfied with himself, but thinking maybe he should stop holding back when he next saw his prized possession, chuckling, as he pictured her peach bum submissive in front of him and the belt biting into the innocent skin of her back...his mobile phone rang...

''Said...where are you???? Hasan has been asking me every five minutes WHERES DADDY????...and what do I say??? Are you working late???....again????'
'Fatima, calm yourself...and tell the boy I will be back shortly, within the hour...I had some clients to deal with. And am just about to leave...OK?'
'can you speak with Hasan????'
'no time...gotta run...'

As he placed the phone back in his jacket pocket, Said noticed a series of red blotches on his cuffs....
'stupid bitch...'fucking dirtying my favourite shirt...she will pay dearly for this....'
shaking his head in disgust, glancing at his watch and deciding to take a shortcut to his car, the arab fiend turned the corner into a narrow alleyway which he has walked down many times before....No need for caution. Especially when his veins were flowing with the venom of power....His mind was elsewhere, retracing his steps in the Lodge where his captive lay licking her wounds. But his inner eye was suddenly brought back to the NOW...as he walked directly into a pair of dark brown soul piercing eyes, blazing with barely contained rage, adorned with a white hood, white cloak, white trainers....
'what the fuck do you want?' was all Said could muster, so unused to feeling anything other than total superiority...
Offering nothing in response, the snow white obstacle continued to glare. With obvious menace...Said turned around, noticing at once that many others, dressed identically to his likely foe had blocked his retreat...All of them staring. With that same intensity....
Smiling, not out of nervousness, but out of confidence, despite the circumstances, Said sighed....
'what the fuck do you want??? Do you know who I am???? I could have your families slaughtered at the snap of my fingers.....'
No dice.
Growing uneasy, pushing forward, attempting to walk through the man who seemed to be The Leader...but his advances were rebuffed, by the appearance of a jagged steel, pointed at his neck, gleaming in the dying sunlight which shone down from above...
'look fella...ive got money...how much do you want?'
Gritting his teeth in what looked like intense pain, the cause of which was indeterminable, The Leader of the pack took a deep breath...slowly released it...

reaching into his back pocket, hoping to find his own blade, Said screwed his face up in despair as he realized that he had left his weapon at The Lodge...
'I have a brand new Merc parked just around the corner...lets just kill this drama and be on our way, eh???'....Said's demeanour was steadily deteriorating, into something approaching unease...looking furtively left, right, behind...now seeing that every white hooded assailant, was carrying the same gleaming steel...Now concern began to reach up his spine...
'what is it you want???? I have a family, a son...do you want to speak to him????'
To this, The Leader took another deep breath, the rage in his eyes grew more pronounced....finally he opened his mouth...
'Be thankful that your son will never know what kind of man you were...Be thankful that we are sparing him...Be thankful that we believe there is more to a boy than his father's blood.....' as the blades attacked from all angles. The leader himself diving the blade right into the left eye socket. No chance for retreat, as steel was enterting his body from too many directions to escape....

At that exact moment, as Justice was served, Cordelia struck from behind the door as her minder entered, plunging the knife, stolen from The Devil, deep into her neck....as far as it would go, then pulling it out and attacking again, in a wild bestial frenzy of survival....Screaming as she went down, the Minder fell into a heap on the floor, crimson rivers spurting from the wounds....Her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst from her chest, Cordelia ran....through the door, out the window, scaling a drainpipe, still crying from the abuse she had suffered, but determined to escape....running on the fumes of intense desperation...hitting the ground, bare feet, she turned to the main street, which seemed like freedom....and began to drag her swollen, aching body towards ANYONE WHO WOULD HELP HER...but something caused her to turn her head...a primeval instinct...and she saw...her captor, The Devil...lying on the concrete, prostrate, lifeless...standing over him was one man, whose face almost fully hidden by a white hood, a blade in each hand which he was digging deeper into the eye sockets of his victim...he sensed her presence, as she had sensed his...turning up from the task in hand, his eyes met hers...he tried to smile...then she fled.

He was dead. But Raphael wanted the eyes...to show Her. He knew She would be pleased...Proof was what She asked for. Proof is what he was taking Her...



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Opening the auction, Iraq's prime minister, Nouri al-Maliki, played down the significance of Tuesday's attacks. "There is no security deterioration in Iraq even if a security violation took place here," he said.
Security Violation???? Meaning 127 innocent people ripped to bloody shreds by explosives. That is more than a mere violation. Its a fucking blood bath, proving to anyone operating under ANY doubt, that Iraq is fucked. Yet while the arms and legs and livers of men, women, children, are flying around Bhagdad, there are faceless corporations engaging in multi billion dollar deals, to rape the country of its most valuable asset. Fuck the oil. Sort out the country first. Then play business...but that is forgetting the Reality of WHY WE WENT TO WAR IN FOREIGN LANDS WHO OFFERED US NO THREAT WHATSOEVER....

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I have always thought and felt that the eyes are far more than a normal sensing organic tool. They have the soul in them, not just behind them, but in them, in their glare, in the energy they convey...I think something comes out of eyes, like a torch beam. A beam of energy which is a reflection or assertion of the soul...perhaps. Definitely more than just an Incoming sensory organic machine. They give out far more than scientists can currently measure, because its something metaphysical. Only humans could measure it by noting the feelings and thoughts provoked by someones gaze.

People, especially, but not exclusively, in the West, are taught, by an unspoken often, but sometimes told ruling which suggests that it is rude to stare, not just as body parts or faces, but more personally so, at the eyes. As this is the area which as far as I am concerned shows by far the most clearly, Who a person is, it is a horrifying rule. A rule against Seeing each other. Forced to discern as much as possible from aesthetics, rather than looking directly into a fellow soul...It could well be simply an ugly reality of humanity.

The strength, energy and intensity of Contact between the eyes- which I will say, can be, though isn't always, between the souls and hearts- depends on many factors. Demeanour is important, obviously. as are sexual elements, situation elements, history between the two pairs of eyes. There are more factors, but they seem like the main ones to bring to the light here and now.

The most honest man I know, who is a brother and father mix to me, John the Baptist, has a glare so fierce, and piercing, that it often makes people feel incredibly uncomfortable...Some would say their distress is out of fear 'why is this black guy wearing a cloak, looking like he has just emerged from hell, staring at me...fucking psycho...RUN RUN RUN'. I can relate to that, or at least understand it, because if I didn't know John, i may be a little defensive in his presence, purely on the way that he looks. But that couldn't happen, because I have Known John from the first time our eyes met...we befriended at once, and were near inseparable for the next year or so...until I became once again lady-laden. I would say that his glare makes others uncomfortable about THEMSELVES. Because he is looking into them with sad, solemn, honest eyes, honest soul. That is the root of The Fear. He offers an often painfully clear reflection of Who You Are, when you look into his eyes when he is doing anything other than laughing. His eyes differ greatly when he laughs, they lose all searching energy, and just blaze happiness into the world...Other than when laughing, his gaze always searches...

[WeedGuru_Flow]

1. The saïd story is very intense, as I said in the chat you will probably offend some people, both religious and feminist but the core feeling is simply awesome, the way you describe his actions in such detail, right on the brink of vulgarity is astonishing.

So do keep up and do introduce us to the mysterious woman the assassin works for, and that doctor you mentioned!

The last one, the sort of monologue I really like reading from you has just as much power seeping from it, I love how you manage to put so much edge on your texts, very nicely written.


And to quote 2.

"Security Violation???? Meaning 127 innocent people ripped to bloody shreds by explosives. That is more than a mere violation. Its a fucking blood bath, proving to anyone operating under ANY doubt, that Iraq is fucked. Yet while the arms and legs and livers of men, women, children, are flying around Bhagdad, there are faceless corporations engaging in multi billion dollar deals, to rape the country of its most valuable asset. Fuck the oil. Sort out the country first. Then play business..."

A very, very deep and powerful paragraph that immediately struck me!