White Is Best by Hugh Cron. Warning – Strong Adult Content.

I wanted to drink its blood.

Because it never wanted to know me.

But I didn’t bite.

It was going to wish it had even smiled.

Cutting would suffice.

It had ignored even though I saw it every day.

The cut was deep.

Rejection is a bitch.

It screamed and tried to thrash.

I took off my mask.

…I got its attention.

Revenge is arousing.

It couldn’t move.

Duct tape and rope did the trick.

It was going to be dead anyway.

I drank.

I drank and I licked and I felt sick.

Irn Bru isn’t a favourite and it’s blood reminded me of Irn Bru.

It died and defecated and urinated.

The smell got to me.

I was sick.

The blood that I’d just swallowed flowed out of me.

That wasn’t very pleasant.

But no matter.

I’d ingested what I was curious about.

It was still.

I took off it’s clothes and lay it’s T-shirt over it’s head – I had enough of seeing the blood.

I wanted to look at its nakedness.

But the piss and shit put me off.

I had a hose.

And hosed it all away.

The T-Shirt, the blood, the shit and the urine.

I stopped and brought the T-Shirt back.

I tied it around its neck.

I hosed again, I hosed for a while.

Until everything stopped oozing or leaking.

You were now you.

I liked your pussy and tits.

I was aroused and wanted to fuck.

But that was wrong.

So I went to the corner and masturbated.

Your T-Shirt hid your eyes but that didn’t help.

I turned away so that you couldn’t see me.

Ironic really as you never did before.

But I kept glancing back.

It was good.

It was better than good.

I’ve never came like that before.

I’d finished but started again.

The second time was even better.

I saw my own blood in my hand.

I tasted it.

It was better than yours.

It was time to tidy up.

I read somewhere that a body was difficult to burn.

I had a lot of petrol. I’d been saving it up. And a rake.

And no-one would see.

And thanks to your indifference, no-one knew that I knew you.

No-one was anywhere near.

I’d brought sandwiches and beer and six ‘Womens Own’ magazines.

I saw you reading one once.

I like the pictures.

Also, a bottle of wine.

That’s for celebration when I turn you to ash.

It’s red.

You drank a lot of red.

I prefer white.

White is my favourite.

But I’d no way of chilling it.

I don’t enjoy warm white wine.

That’s disgusting.

So red would have to do.

It was a good red.

It had cost me twenty pounds.

 

Hugh Cron

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