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Erotica? Not quite. An attempt at graphic imagery for me. :] Enjoy. Comedy will be thrown in... later.
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"Ah, they're always lovelier when they're lying cold and dead in a puddle of their own blood, aren't they?" a man mused to his three accomplices. Indeed, before them lay a tall, blond woman of about twenty years, blood trickling slowly down her sides from various stabs and punctures that covered her chest, which raised and lowered slightly as she struggled to breathe.

Her blue eyes turned towards them, wide with fear and starting to tear. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a gush of air and a spray of blood, which fell back and flecked her pallid face. Through all this, all the men did was laugh... and being aroused as well.

Ah, shall I introduce thess men? Are there needs for introductions? I think we all know who this group of four men is going to be. Shavo, Serj, Daron and John. Now, back to the story, using their names.

The woman sat up and clutched her chest and began to heave as she took shallow, rapid breaths, spraying blood in front of her. Death rattles ensued as she feel backwards, shuddered and her blue eyes rolled into her eyes, making look as if she had two white marbles in her eye sockets.

The men surrounded her corpse and each grabbed a limb and in a daze of blood lust, yanked her limbs right from her torso. They came from the socket with a stomach-churning POP! Daron, his eyes wide with excitement, picked the corpse up by its head, and twisted it right from the shoulders on which it rested. With a giggle of delight, he placed his fingers inside its still-warm and wet mouth and sat down on a couch, facing away from the others.

Serj stood up straight and tossed the limb over the disembodied torso of what once was a woman and sighed with satisfaction. Shavo was over with Daron, using the woman's arm and hand as an... erm... tool.

John walked over to the torso and from his pocket, took out a small knife. It was a knife one might use when hunting. He bent over the corpse and sliced off each breast, leaving two red circle upon the chest.

They 'worked' in silence until the moans of Daron and Shavo broke it. From outside, however, they heard somebody knock on the door loudly, as if a concerned neighbor had heard the commotion. Frantically, and without a word, the four jumped out of a window and headed back to Daron's house... which was right up the road. This shall be the story of killings reminiscent of the location of the Hillside Stranglers, the brutality of Andrei Chikatilo and the courtroom antics of Charles Manson.

The door of Daron's house opened with a SWOOSH! as Daron and Shavo combined their weight to tackle the door in a confused panic. Once inside, Serj flicked on the lights to reveal four bloody men amongst several implements of serial murder. Jars of chloroform, ketamine and various other date-rape drugs lined various shelfs that looked like they'd been purchased from IKEA. On the coffee table, there were several sharp implements, some covered in coagulated blood while some still bore the shine of freshly spelled blood.

Daron and Shavo flopped down on the couch, still carrying their 'trophies'. Shavo carried a long, smooth arm. Its fingers were slightly arched and adorned with rings and bracelets and its nails with long, acrylic tips. Daron snagged the head, held by its long, blond, matted hair. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, surrounding the eerie white was clumpy mascara and runny eyeliner, apparently from sobbing. Its lips were somewhat parted, obviously because Daron had his way with it.


((AN: This isn't going where you think it is. No, they're not going to kill us. You'll find out later. And that blond chick didn't have a name.))

Update.

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It's scary to think of my beloved SOAD boys doing that.