You stalked me for days, returning to the place you knew I could always be found. Why you chose me I do not understand. Maybe you envied my almost perfect skin or my shape, beguiling to many. I have heard the horror stories of this senseless torture but never believed I would fall victim to a crazed, knife wielding maniac. I tried so hard to shrink into the shadows where your insane gaze could not fall upon me. I tried staying in a group, hoping against hope that you would not be bold enough to grab hold of me, stuffing me into your car and carrying me away from all that was familiar, all I knew. I tried to scream out for help but could not. I was completely at your mercy and your twisted mind found great satisfaction in knowing this was so.
After the first plunge of your knife I thought I would go into complete shock, fall into a state where I would not witness your depraved acts, but no! I was somewhat numbed but felt as your hand ripped my very insides from me. You turned me in whatever direction you chose to achieve the complete devastation of my being. The knife’s tip thrust and sawed away as parts of me fell onto the protective covering you had laid out before so that once your evil deed was done, there would be no evidence of my slaughter.
Then, in a final attempt to humiliate, you displayed me, ravaged and empty, save for a candle you lit and stuck inside the shell, that was now me. Here I will stay, decaying slowly until I fold in upon myself, a mushy putrid jack-o-lantern, having satisfied your fiendish desire to share your handy work with all who pass by.
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