They lie together in a pool of crimson. Perfectly harmonized, | My fucked up Eмσтισиѕ🥀

They lie together in a pool of crimson.
Perfectly harmonized,
His curves fit her edges.
She screams,
He laughs.
He cuts and stabs
And cuts. And cuts. And cuts.
And stab again.
And then all over again.
He doesn't stop.
Her screams of agony are his carefully composed notes of the sonata.
But sometimes, just sometimes.
Quite rarely.
He stops.
Bandages her wounds, stitches them back again.
Yet again, he cuts and stabs and cuts.
Watch her scream and cry in pain.