A Stabbing

Posted on April 26, 2008 | 1 Comment

No one was paying any attention, so I stabbed it.

I didn’t quite get the penetration I wanted the first time.

I lined it up  and stabbed it again: metal through skin.

The little bugger never saw it coming. It didn’t have a chance.

Just sitting there innocently one minute, and then impaled the next.

It didn’t scream or wriggle. It just accepted its fate.

 

I don’t think I did anything wrong.

I can’t get into trouble for this.

I’m going to do it again.

I’m a repeat offender.

I love pickles!

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One response to “A Stabbing”

  1. ParaTed2k | April 26, 2008 at 11:49 am | Reply

    Sounds like you’re down to the Bread & Butter of a Sweet Dill. ;~D

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