Raped on the Alter [Subsitute name for now]
04:11 Dec 23 2008
Times Read: 584
Got any suggestions for names, tell me please!
She went to bed, calm and peaceful.
Ready to devote herself to her family the next morning.
While her husband was away, but as she closed her eyes.
She knew something was going to change.
She laided under the covers in the peer blackness of the night.
With the moon casting a glow over her femine body.
She opened her eyes, as she peered through the dark.
To see a silowette of a man at a table.
He was there in the middle, next to her dresser and the door.
His back turned to her, he continued to work.
She watched him, unable to look away.
He knew she was watching, but his fingers continued on, weaving through the string, to finish the doll.
He looked at the eyes, nothing but beady black dots, and just a strand of hair, poked out of its head.
Her hair, that he cut while she was asleep.
The doll had no clothes, and no distinghish between its gender.
He smiled, as the last sting was threaded into its place.
And held it up in the air.
She watched as he raised his arms, he had something in his hands.
But it was to dark to see.
She was paralyzed where she was,
her breathing deepened as she felt herself being lifted.
But she continued to lay.
Behind her eyes, she saw herself in the air, screaming and frailing around.
It was just a dream, she told herself and tried to shake her head, as the vision kept playing.
He let the doll drop, and herd her suck in a breath, she was still there, in the same place.
Watching.
He took a needle and flipped the doll over, so it layed upon its stomach, and let it glide along her back.
She felt the tingles, as soon as she hit the floor, not a pleasant feeling, harsh and sharp, but not yet hurting.
She then screamed.
He amused himself, with toying with her first, but then plungned the needle deep into her back, and then along her sides.
He could hear her screaming in his mind.
The satisfaction, heeded through his body.
and he started to compluse.
She saw the man shivering, while in her head, she heard herself screaming,
the pain, the pain, the pain, was all she felt, the blood pooling around her.
In a lake.
His hand shaking he replaced the needle, and flipped the doll over, once again.
So it layed on its back, he took the arms, and starting pulling them, he started pulling them apart.
The threads starting to show, coming loose at the seams.
He put it up to his mouth, and tore the left one off with his teeth,
he started to chew, and spit it out on the floor.
As a howl began to scream in his head.
She saw him do it, saw his arms, pulling something, but she didn't know what.
She saw his jaw moving in a rythmetic motion, and heard him spit.
As her vision started to blur, and tears weld in her eyes, stuck there, unable to leak out.
She tried to blink, but the vision started playing.
She was in the lake of her own blood, quivering, feeling it pour out of her back, but not being able to reach for it, to stop it.
She flipped over, on her stomach as her arms landed at her sides, she then felt it, her arms started to rise,
she tried to stop them, to keep them down.
She felt them tear, to rip the skin, blood started in streaks down her arms, and she started to scream.
She tried to get up, to flip on her back.
But her arms seemed to be the only thing in action.
There was no longer skin attached to her shoulder, she saw the marrow, and the tendons, she saw the veins, as they started to tear, she saw the blood splatter and squirt everywhere, the bone was last, but her right arm went down.
She blew out the air, as fast as she sucked it back in, when her left arm tore from her shoulder, and started crumbling next to her, in a mush.
The lake turned into an ocean, and black stars, started dancing around her vision..
What was happening to her?
He got up from where he was sitting and left the room.
He left, and a breath escaped her throat, she didn't know the figure.
It moved steadly, with readied motions.
But he looked on edge, his shoulders straight.
As if he had a purpose.
He entered the room, again, with something glistening and something long.
The tears then escaped her eyes.
He held a knife in his hand, and a rope.
He waited no longer, he had no time.
He pierced the knife though the dolls stomach, as the birds guts leaked out.
He found the bird in the porch, he killed it right there, skinned off the feathers, and tore out the guts and stuffed it in the doll,
He left the hid on the floor
She never knew.
The pain, the pain, the pain, the piercing pain.
She had never felt this before, child birth seemed peaceful now, as the fetus ripped through her pelvis, she could take that, she couldn't take her life form being ripped open.
her hands frailing, found the hole.
Her stomach was opening up, every organ seeming to grow bigger, twice its size,
spilling out the sides of her stomach, she couldn't control her hands, they went inside her, the hole seemed to spread up her chest, her hands stopped at her ribs, and grabbed the edges.
She ripped it open, and her scream pierced the air.
He had her do it, he felt it happen.
Everything was silent, but the scream was so great, that she actually screamed out of the vision.
He chuckled.
And stuck his fingers in the doll, to choke it from the inside.
He smiled at the thought of what she was about to do.
Her hands let go of her ribs, she was still screaming, her body convulsing fantically moving, but not seeming to get no where at all.
her hand still insider her, moved up to her throat,
they reached her windpipe, and closed firmly around it.
Her mouth opened trying to suck in air, but it wouldn't come.
It was as if all the oxygen was removed from the earth at that moment, her eyes closed.
But she wasn't dead.
It was time, time for the last thing to happen.
He took the rope and tied it around the dolls neck, he tied the other end around his wrist, he got up,
his back still towards her, he knew her eyes were closed.
He stood infront of the mirror, watching her.
Under conciouness, she felt something close around her throat in place of her hand.
That resumed its place back by her side, she felt herself lift, from where she lay.
In the bath of her organs, in the ocean of her life.
The vision ended in blackness, as she woke.
She saw the mirror and in it was the man.
He smiled, as her eyes started to bleed, vomit coming out of her throat, her body convulsing.
He was the last thing she saw.
As her eyes closed for the vision stopped playing.
She lay in her bed, her body showing nothing that had happened.
He turned around to look at her.
He smiled again.
As he took the vision out of her head, and let it glide along her.
Her stomach wide open, the rope around her neck.
The slice along her back, her ribs cracked open.
The pool of organs, the lake of blood, all around her, on her.
Everywhere.
Along the walls were splatters of her life.
He turned back to the mirror, and smashed his fist into it.
Never revealing or letting it replay what had happened in this room.
The mother was dead.
The children slaughtered, the husband, never to return.
He taught them their lesson.
For he was god, and he didn't like their rebellion.
He started to raise his arms in the air as he left the room, calling for his angels to come, they appeared snickering at what they just saw.
They grabbed ahold of him, their talons, digging in deep, he looked into their eyes, and began to struggle,
"My god, tsk tsk tsk, what have you done to this poor lady" Satan said, and thrust his arms up in the air, and on that note they all disappeared in a fire of flames.
As her, eyes flew open in horror.
COMMENTS
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brittanie
22:29 Dec 23 2008
omg that was good
sorry i cant think of a name sorry
InADarkPlace
23:52 Dec 24 2008
Liked your poem very much. :)
TheIssue
00:34 Dec 26 2008
Good. :P
Draiven
08:25 Dec 31 2008
i loved this it was great hmmm a name lets see "unholy retribution"?