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Anonymous commented at 2012-06-26 14:05:43 » #1102357
Oh god!.. God!.. Misato... she is heavenly beautiful in this artwork masterpiece! And red fits her so well, so damn well! Now please excuse me guys for putting my daydreams into a public word -- I can't help myself but write it all out, all of those hopeless dreams of mine...
I'd keep her bound and exposed just like that. I'd beat and cut her mercilessly, yet without the tiniest bit of hostility. I'd bite and pierce her tender flesh. I'd whip her and pour hot liquid wax on her velvety skin. I'd enjoy the every single drop of her tears as they adorn her beautiful face with magnificent brilliance; I'd collect them all with my lips, one by one vanishing under my soft kisses. I'd enjoy the every single bit of her cries and screams, I'd find heavenly bliss in the ecstatic music of her sobs and moans. I'd taste her thick splendid blood. I'd lick her every wound softly, I'd lick her whole body clean of blood and sweat, then spill the blood again and repeat with licking, on and on until I'm completely exhausted.
Yet soon I'd start sharing some of my heroin or methadone with her to relieve her pain and let her sleep peacefully, caring not to get her hooked. I'd keep torturing her for some time, but never ever causing her any significant physical harm. One day I'd let her have a full dosage of junk for the sake of its analgesic effect, and then hand-wash her wounded body, taking care of her every single wound, applying antiseptics and then bandaging gently; I'd wrap her in clean warm towels, carry to the bed in my arms and let her sleep however long she pleases. Ever since that moment, I'd never hurt her. I'd turn torture into utmost, fanatic care. I'd love her more than life. I'd never stop caressing her, never stop going for her feelings despite all the pain I caused her. I'd make her fully dependent on myself, I'd only make her troubled and broken so that I could care about her and protect her. Eventually I'd confess my love for her, and the victim would behold her torturer shapeshifting oddly as he falls on his knees before her. And I'd conquer her heart like this, reaching both extremities and connecting them in a seemingly impossible way. I want to see her cry -- because I want to comfort her in my arms! Absurd? -- No, just another way of LOVING! I want to be both pain and painkiller. But this scenario is impossible in real world on several orthogonal levels, and it breaks my heart, it shatters it to pieces uncollectable. This world sucks, I better live in my daydreams like this one.
This picture I discovered yesterday stroke me like a revelation. This is the absolute best of the best. Ah, just look into those beautiful eyes full of tears and emotion! So beautiful, so astonishing, so, so!.. Fantastic piece of art!
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Oh god!.. God!.. Misato... she is heavenly beautiful in this artwork masterpiece! And red fits her so well, so damn well! Now please excuse me guys for putting my daydreams into a public word -- I can't help myself but write it all out, all of those hopeless dreams of mine...
I'd keep her bound and exposed just like that. I'd beat and cut her mercilessly, yet without the tiniest bit of hostility. I'd bite and pierce her tender flesh. I'd whip her and pour hot liquid wax on her velvety skin. I'd enjoy the every single drop of her tears as they adorn her beautiful face with magnificent brilliance; I'd collect them all with my lips, one by one vanishing under my soft kisses. I'd enjoy the every single bit of her cries and screams, I'd find heavenly bliss in the ecstatic music of her sobs and moans. I'd taste her thick splendid blood. I'd lick her every wound softly, I'd lick her whole body clean of blood and sweat, then spill the blood again and repeat with licking, on and on until I'm completely exhausted.
Yet soon I'd start sharing some of my heroin or methadone with her to relieve her pain and let her sleep peacefully, caring not to get her hooked. I'd keep torturing her for some time, but never ever causing her any significant physical harm. One day I'd let her have a full dosage of junk for the sake of its analgesic effect, and then hand-wash her wounded body, taking care of her every single wound, applying antiseptics and then bandaging gently; I'd wrap her in clean warm towels, carry to the bed in my arms and let her sleep however long she pleases. Ever since that moment, I'd never hurt her. I'd turn torture into utmost, fanatic care. I'd love her more than life. I'd never stop caressing her, never stop going for her feelings despite all the pain I caused her. I'd make her fully dependent on myself, I'd only make her troubled and broken so that I could care about her and protect her. Eventually I'd confess my love for her, and the victim would behold her torturer shapeshifting oddly as he falls on his knees before her. And I'd conquer her heart like this, reaching both extremities and connecting them in a seemingly impossible way. I want to see her cry -- because I want to comfort her in my arms! Absurd? -- No, just another way of LOVING! I want to be both pain and painkiller. But this scenario is impossible in real world on several orthogonal levels, and it breaks my heart, it shatters it to pieces uncollectable. This world sucks, I better live in my daydreams like this one.
This picture I discovered yesterday stroke me like a revelation. This is the absolute best of the best. Ah, just look into those beautiful eyes full of tears and emotion! So beautiful, so astonishing, so, so!.. Fantastic piece of art!
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