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| Artists know no boundaries |
SUBMITTED BY: brunrn1
SUBMITTED ON: January 14, 2009 |
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MY ART
I don’t know exactly when this started, but it’s probably safe to say around childhood. You see the thing of it is, is that I, how can I put this, am a killer, plain and simple. No I’m not the hide and a bush and stab someone for their money or jewels. I’m not even one of those rape ‘em and kill ‘em sort of characters.
No, what I like to do is far better than either of those. At least I like to think so. The police and every other person that finds the body’s tends to disagree with my ways. But anyway , back to my art as I like to put it. I’m very picky when it comes to my subjects. If it’s a female, she needs to be well proportioned in every way, breasts, ass, legs the works. If it’s a male, he must be well built. Not over built like some of these pro body builders, but they must have some kind of muscle physique. I myself am not very fit to say the least, but that does not affect me when I’m performing my art.
I know you have all seen the movies of killers such as “Silence of the Lambs”, “Hostel”, etc. I have not copied these techniques from either film or any other film for that matter. Nor have I imitated any infamous serial killer you may have read about or seen on the news.
Enough of this chit chat. Let me explain to you what it is that I do, what it is that I call my art. I choose my subjects very carefully, often taking weeks of watching and studying them as closely as I possibly can. I get to know them in a sense. Their hobbies, jobs, favorite restaurants and anything else I can find out. I even have spoken to several of them before performing my duty. I mostly spoke with the female subjects however. Besides their beauty, women always fascinated me.
Now, once I choose the person that will be my next masterpiece, I quickly get to work. I have a small apartment in the city but I do not take them there. Oh no, way too risky. There is large abandoned warehouse about 20 minutes from where I live that I use. The only people that are ever around that area are the homeless and drug addicts. Which for obvious reasons never interfere with my work. I start setting up the area for my project. For you see the hobby that I have, my art, is what I call human art. I use people to sculpt my masterpieces. There are several rooms filled with my work. Your probably asking yourself, how does he get them to this area willingly? Well lets just say nobody has ever come here willingly. Usually drugged or arrive already deceased. I prefer them to be deceased. When I drug them and bring them in, some of them have woken up to find themselves strapped to my table while I trying to sculpt them into fine art. Once they regain their reasoning, well, they start screaming and squirming around which could ruin all that I worked so hard to do. That’s usually when I lose my patience and purposely take them apart piece by piece. I have to admit I enjoy watching them in pain, crying and slowly dieing.
Which brings me to the victim I have just recently chosen. Stacy Ann Lansen is her name. This woman I have to admit, was incredibly beautiful. She was perfect in every way imaginable. I started watching her about a week ago. She works as a Veterinarian’s assistant. She is thirty one years old, single, no children. I have watched her routine the past week. Where she dines, shops, lives, etc. She actually lives in a small home just a few miles from her job. She frequents a small martini lounge in town, usually Thursday and Friday’s after work. Sometimes she stops there alone for a couple of drinks or with one of the other assistants usually joins her. Once in a while a different friend of hers may show up for a bit. None of her other company has attracted my attention if you know what I mean. I would always go in the bar as well making sure to keep my distance from her. On Thursdays it was always hard to see that she had a nice body because of her uniform. She usually went there right from work without changing. On Fridays however, she would be in her night on the town outfit. I’m assuming she changes at work before stopping in. She usually wears a skirt, not to short and either a pretty low cut shirt or a buttoned shirt with a couple of buttons to show off a little cleavage. Perhaps she was looking to meet mister right. I never saw her with a male companion so I’m assuming she has not yet found him.
Two weeks have past now since I’ve been watching Stacy. Today is the day when I start my next project. It’s Friday and she’ll be making her way to the bar right on schedule. I chose to arrive before her, usually I wait until I see her go in before I make my entrance. I sat at the bar this time and ordered a beer. I can’t stand martini’s by the way. It was about five thirty when she walked in. I glanced over at her and noticed her outfit. Tonight she was wearing a shorter skirt then usual, a black tight one actually and her top was tight, white and lower than usual. She must really want to meet a man tonight I thought. Well she will, I thought to myself with a half smile.
She made her way to the bar at the opposite end of where I was sitting. The bar wasn’t really busy yet. So I had a clear view of her. Man does she look hot tonight I thought to myself. She ordered herself a martini and lit a cigarette. After a couple of minutes a man dressed up in a suit approached her. Not even a minute later he walked away. I’m assuming she blew him off or something.
I ordered my second beer when I noticed her put her glass down and start walking towards me. I tried not to stare at her but I couldn’t seem to turn away. It was either her breasts were bouncing gently in that tight shirt or the way I noticed her staring back at me. She couldn’t be coming to talk to me I thought. Not with all the other guys in this place.
She pulled up a stool right next to me. I turned toward the front of the bar and sipped my beer. I couldn’t believe it, for the first time I was feeling nervous. Not since my first victim did I ever feel this shaky. Maybe because this one was the first one that ever approached me first. “Hi, my name’s Stacy” she said kind of soft. I turned slowly her way I couldn’t give my real name I thought. “Tom” I blurted out sounding like a fool. “Nice to meet you Tom” she replied. I can’t believe I’m in this situation is all I could think. “Can I buy you a beer?” She asked as she turned more towards me. She made no attempt to cross her legs and cover up the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I could feel my forehead start to bead up with sweat. “Sure” I answered back finally. She smiled back and turned toward the bartender to order my beer. I thanked her as I gulped down my last sip of my other beer. “You seem nervous Tom” she said. “Loosen up a bit”. I had no idea what to make of this whole situation. “I’m sorry, just a rough day I guess” I tried to make up any kind of legitimate reason for this behavior.
About a half hour or so had passed and she had been trying to make small talk. But the whole time I was completed fixated on her body. She kept leaning over, almost purposely to reveal some more cleavage, at the same time not covering up the fact she had nothing underneath her skirt. This woman was actually coming on to me. At this point I was completely aroused and wanted her more than I have ever wanted a woman in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I was still going to kill her, I just wanted to have sex with her before that.
A couple more hours and several drinks later she asked “do you wanna have some fun?” At this point I was buzzing pretty good so I had more courage than before. “yes I do” I replied. “Well let’s get out of here and go back to my place”. She said. All I could think of is how can I go back to her place and perform my deed. This is really throwing everything off. Maybe I can seduce her there and drug her and bring her back with me to make my next masterpiece. I nodded to her and we both finished off our drinks. “We may as well just take my car, and I can drive you back her for your car in the morning” she said with a wink. “That’s fine” I replied.
As we got in her car I was thinking how hard it will be for me to drive her car to my place then somehow get back to my car without any type of suspicion. I’ll figure that out later I thought to myself. “Hey let’s stop here and pick up some wine or beer” she suggested. Good idea I thought, it’ll be a lot easier if she was drunk so I could drug her with no problem. This may be easier than I thought. I ran in the liquor store and bought a six pack and cheap bottle of wine. I noticed though that we weren’t going in the direction that she lived. I’m so used to following her back to her place that this is not the normal route. “How far do you live from here?” I asked. I knew the answer, but I was wondering where we were going. “Oh I live on the other side of town, not too far from here. But I want to go somewhere else. A place I used to always go to when I was younger to party with friends, you know, like when you were young didn’t you have a place you hung out at and drank and did god knows what at?” She said with a smile as she ran her hand up her skirt raising it a bit so I could see what she was doing.
After about fifteen minutes we finally arrived at what appeared to be our destination. It was the old Williamson Hospital. My first thought was how did I not think of this place for my own? There was a gate surrounding the entire building. “How will we get inside?” I asked her with a concerned look on my face. “I’ll show you” she answered back. She grabbed the back of my head and started kissing me as if she hasn’t kissed a man in a long time. “Let’s go” she almost screamed out as she slipped her tongue out of my mouth.
I followed her as we made our way around the fence to an opening on the far side of the hospital. We entered the hospital and walked up a couple flights of stairs. We walked down a corridor and entered a room. I looked around and on the floor were a few mattresses there were a few chairs an old desk and furniture loaded with cobwebs. “Come on” she said as she grabbed my hand leading me towards a mattress. She took the bottle of wine from the bag and opened it. I grabbed a beer and took a sip. I needed to go to the bathroom and glanced around to see if there was a spot I could use. “I’ll be right back, I have to take a piss” I said. “Well theres one down the hall to your left, but I think you can just go anywhere in this place” she said with a laugh. I made my way down the hall and stopped and pissed. No need to use a bathroom in this dump.
When I returned to the room I noticed Stacy lying on the mattress. She has now removed her shirt, showing off her black lace bra. Still wearing the skirt, but now it’s riding up almost all the way. I could feel my hands start to shake a little bit. “Come here” she said to me. I sit next to her and like a nervous schoolboy I just grab my beer and take a few sips. “Don’t you want me?” she asked in an innocent little voice. I put my beer down and turned towards her. I grabbed the back of her hair and starting kissing her. She started moaning with pleasure as she grabbed my hard member. Jerking it up and down, she then bent over and slid it in her mouth. I pleasured her while she did me. She looked up at me after a few minutes of intense sucking. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked in a moaning voice. Without hesitation I grabbed her and threw her down pulling off her skirt and literally ripping off her bra revealing her ample breasts. I slid my dick inside her, she gave out a loud moan. “Oh yes, Fuck me, Fuck me hard” she screamed out. I started going harder and harder. I could not believe I was actually doing this. This woman really is doing this with me. She really wants me I kept thinking. I started to feel almost bad knowing what I was going to do when this was all done.
Something didn’t seem right all of a sudden. As if the room was moving or something. My head was starting to hurt and I couldn’t feel my legs now. I thought maybe it was just a really good climax. I looked at her and she smiled. “What’s the matter?” she asked. Her voice was a little distorted. She rolled me over as if I was dead weight. She got herself up and started getting dressed. “Don’t move honey, I’ll be right back” she said laughing. Now I knew something was wrong. She left the room and came back in with what seemed like a small rolling table. I was now fully paralyzed in my entire body. I tried to speak, but couldn’t. She lifted my legs onto the table first. She then lifted my upper body on the table, I could hear her grunt as she did so.
She rolled me down a couple of corridors before entering a room. My eyes widened as much as they could open. What is this? What the hell is going on? I questioned to myself. The room appearing to look similar to my, little art collection room, was filled with what appears to be Stacy’s art room. “I just want to thank you” she said. “Not just for sex, which by the way was the greatest I have had so far. But for the inspiration you gave me. You see I have been watching you just as much as you have been watching me”. I now knew what I was in for. I just couldn’t believe this woman, this innocent looking woman was just like me. Then again, in most peoples eyes, I must look just as innocent. Stacy was supposed to be my most prized piece, now it seems I am to be hers. “I was hoping you would be fully out for this my dear” she said with what seemed to be a remorseful tone as she reached for her first tool. “Let’s see, this is the first to go” she smirked as she looked down towards my manhood. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I just watched the blood splatter on her like I have seen it done many times before, but not with my own blood. “Don’t worry darling” I will stitch up everything I remove and for the first time I would like to have an animated piece of art. You are my best piece so far and would like to be able to speak to you as long as possible”. She announced.
My last site was a body of a young man hanging on a wooden stand in the middle of the floor. This is my hell, this is my payback I thought. It seems to be getting darker now. Hopefully this is just a nightmare and I’m waking up soon. The room is getting darker now, I have just become what I have been creating all these years. Art. Someone’s Art. How ironic. |
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