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Der Todesking

The Death King

Created on 2003-07-04 15:29:20 (#1160763), last updated 2008-02-12

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Name:	Lance
Website:	The next word that comes out of your mouth better be some brilliant fuckin' Mark Twain shit. 'Cause it's definitely getting chiseled on your tombstone.

Bio

My name is Lance or Scott, call me either.
I am pure Death in the Flesh.
I am a True Death Enthusiast.
I hate many many things with a passion.
Any questions, just ask!

EMO cunts need not apply.
The same goes for Faggoths
and straightedge losers!

"I'm in love with the color red.
I dream in red. My nightmares are
bathed in red. Red is the color of
passion, of joy. Red is the color
of journeys into the hidden depths
of the subconscious. But above all,
red is the color of rage and violence." -Dario Argento

"It has, moreover, been proven that
horror, nastiness, and the frightful
are what give pleasure when one fornicates.
Beauty is a simple thing; ugliness is the
exceptional thing. And firey imaginations,
no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary
thing to the simple thing." -De Sade

To Err = Human
To Dream = Futile

Psychotic visions, within a twisted mind, beyond biazzare. Im unable to describe sickened thoughts of extreme perversion and countless victims of severe mutilation. Unusual acts of stimulation. Morbid fantasies of abnormal ecstacy. She is strangled, then revived. Brutally beaten, sodomized, semiconscious and drugged, bound and restrained when fucked! One by one, dismembered. Addicted, cunt killer. Imprison me, but you cant take away my memories of the screams and the pleas of the innocent. The butchered remains of twelve cadavers, hacksawed human puzzles, savagely beaten. Creating beauty through their mutilation. Not leaving one fantasy unfulfilled... Solace in lifeless flesh, obsessive rages of brutality, pulverizing abducted victims. Ravaged faces gaze exhausted, content with being dead, they all died hideously. Postmortem appearances, humiliated, horrified. Addicted to my most bizarre passion, insatiable. The grisly aftermath of my crimes... Weeks of unmerciful punishment, unbearable relics, grim decor scattered. Cleansed in acid baths for disposal, liquefied. Decomposed with nitric acid. Complete bodies jellied within hours reduced to sludge. Oceans of hemoglobin, feces and human garbage. Clogging the acid vat, dissolving the human skin. Destroying the evidence. Dissolving the human skin. Destroying the evidence. Decomposed with nitric acid. Dying, hideously, anonymously. Decomposed with nitric acid. Missing victims never to be recovered. Strands of flesh dangled from the dead. Bones clearly visible, the ghastly sight horrible. Melting the human body, identification impossible, beyond any forensic knowledge. Nude cadavers glisten in ecstacy. Extreme perverse addiction of unbridled sadism. Bound and gagged, bludgeoned. Fixating sex with dead bodies, some still breathing. Collection of torturing devices and snuff films I've created. Photos of postmortem intercourse, mutilation of vulnerable cunts. They're better off dead than alive to me. Often chloroformed, awakening in bondage. Sickening erotic fanaticism. Broken under my control.Barbarically sodomized., achieving orgasm in the sight of what I've created, a moribund fantasy. Fetish of deranged humiliation. Hogtied, weeping, quieted by a muzzle. Erotic asphyxiation, brutalized by my hands. Enshrouded in macabre vestments of the dead. Genital weights dangle. Shackled in captivity. Inebriated, drugged. Restrained, brutally violated. Pleasure through deviant sexual practices, horrendous suffering. Unparalleled perversity, uncontrolled lust for dead flesh. I know I'mnot normal, thoughts of ghastly mutilations. Recurring dreams of unspeakable atrocities. Envisioning the pleasure of when these dreams become reality. Multiple murders, unbearable strangling. Laughing as I watch them gasping for air. Viciously choking oncethey were unconscious. Stabbing continuously in the back, several times in the neck. Revived half dead, horribly passing away, losing blood rapidly, left behind to die... These bloody hands eagerly choking to unconsciousness. Sometimes snapping theirnecks, dying in these bloody hands. Bizarre lifestyle of gruesome crimes, living dreams of horror. Squeezing their fucking throats, loss of air.Victims gagging, vomiting. Awakened to die. Living dreams of pleasure. I know I'm not normal.Numerous bodies abducted then murdered. No longer dreaming. Scattered on the roadsides, bloodcaked bodies, unsolved slayings, methodically mutilated, sliced ear to ear. Tongue yanked from the throat dangling. Jugular spitting blood as if a faucet. The urge to watch them die, muffled screams seemed to pacify. Victims found, teeth removed, sperm coated throats. All shivering in chaotic spasms, I quaff the gurgling plasma in postmortem orgies. The beauty of the lifeless. Embracing the dead before disposing. Sanguinary jugular wine splattered, how many more bodies. Dead... Arousal through barbarism, remaining anonymous, undetected. Naked corpses dumped for all to see. Slit throats, stripped of all clothing. Pasttimes of sadistic amusement. Remembering, gloating at my achievements. Documenting the various phases of mutilation. Sliced during penetration, before and after death. There she lies, the victim of my horrendous crime. Disabled and prone, delightfully I amputate. Completely ripped open, I smear the blood onto my face. Leaking bodily fluids saturate, saturate her battered corpse encircled with scattered stumps. Rummaging, tearing through her stomach, the horrid beauty so arousing. Soaking in entrails, I stand over her dead body. Mutilated with passion, I bathe in her disgrace. Beheaded now, intestines decorate her torso. Goresoaked, disemboweled, drenched in her own waste. Horribly molested, lacerated body hemorrhaging. Disposal of her body parts after days of sick pleasure. So peacefully, so beautiful soaking in entrails. Bodies dismembered artfully. Twisted heaps of human debris slaughtered with joyous intent, geniously butchered. Splattered, famished corpses in the process of decay. A sanguinary lust to jugulate, decapitate... or debone, gutt, disembowel, I feast on carnal remains. Bodies horrificly masticated lie rotting in my polyandrium. Gouged carcasses gourmandized. Bodies blended, reduced to mush. Pureed innards liquefy transposed to a human goulash. Corpses skinned, diced, then cooked. Human meat my delicacy. I long for you, I long for your decay. Unearthly devourment, a human recipe so edible. Esculent decadence resulting in eupepsia. Excruciate, hear the whimpers of the suffering. Succulent corpses lying in their own intestines. Inhuman, cannibalistic pulchritude. Consume the rancid gore.

"I start to take off her clothes. It is hard to take the clothes off a dead body. Finally it is done. Her beautiful white body is before me. I've waited so long this day and now it is here. I touch her ass. It is so very smooth. I wonder where I should bite first. I decide to bite the top of her butt. My nose is covered with her cold white skin. I try to beat down hard, but I can't. I suddenly have a horrible headache. I get a knife from the kitchen and stab it deeply into her skin.

Suddenly a lot of sallow fat oozes from the wound. It reminds me of Indian corn. It continues to ooze. It is strange. Finally I find the red meat under the sallow fat. I scoop it out and put it in my mouth. I chew. It has no smell and no taste. It melts in my mouth like a perfect piece of tuna. I look in her eyes and say: "You are delicious." I cut her body and lift the meat to my mouth again and again. Then I take a photograph of her white corpse with its deep wounds. I have sex with her body. When I hug her she lets out a breath. I'm frightened, she seems alive. I kiss her and tell her I love her. Then I drag her body to the bathroom. By now I am exhausted, but I cut into her hip and put the meat in a roasing pan. After it is cooked I sit at the table using her underwear as a napkin. They still smell of her body. Then I turn on the tape of her reading the German poem and eat. There is not enough taste. I use some salt and some mustard and it is delicious, very high quality meat. Then I go back to the bathroom and cut off her breast and bake it. It swells while it cooks. I serve the breast on the table and eat it with a fork and knife. It isn't very good. Too greasy. I try to cut into another part of her body. Her thighs were wonderful. Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is in my stomach. Finally she is mine. It is the best dinner I've ever had. Afterwards I sleep with her. Next morning she is still here. She doesn't smell bad. Today I must finish cutting up her body.I have to put it into suitcases and sink it in the lake. It will be her grave. I touch the cold body again and I wonder where I should start. I start to cut off all the meat before amputating the limbs. While I cut her calf I suddenly want to taste it. I see the beautiful red meat beneath the fat. I grasp her knee and her ankle, and tear it with my teeth. It is tender. I slowly chew and savor it. After eating most of the calf I look at myself in the mirror. There is grease all over my face. And then I start to eat at random. I bite her little toe. It still smell of her feet. I stab the knife into her arch and see the red meat deep inside. I thrust my fingers inside and dig out the meat and put it in my mouth. It tastes okay. Then I stab the knife into her armpit. Ever since I saw it under her yellow sleeveless top I wondered how it would taste this good. The wonderful taste cheers me up and I devour her underarm up to the elbow...

It's been twenty-four hours now. Some huge flies hover and buzz in the bathroom. I try to chase them away, but they came back. They swarm on her face. They seem to tell me that I've lost her forever. It is no longer her. Where is she? She's gone far away. I've broken her. Like a child who breaks his toy. I try to use an electric knife to cut her body. It doesn't work. It just makes a loud sound. I use a hatchet. I strike several times. It's hard work. I strike her thigh. Her body jumps up. If she could feel, it would have hurt. Finally the thigh separates from her body. I bite it again, like I would bite a chicken leg. Then I cut off her arms. It is even harder than the thigh. I use the electric knife again. It makes a shrill sound, like the sound of her shrill voice. It works this time. Her hand still wears a ring and a bracelet...

I put her hands into the plastic bag along with her legs. And then I see her face. It is still quiet. She has a small nose and a sweet lower lip. When she was alive I wanted to bite them. Now I can satisfy that desire. It's so easy to bite off her nose. As I chew the cartilage I can hear the noise. I use a knife to cut off more of the cartilage and put it in my mouth. It really doesn't taste very good. I scoop out her lower lip with my knife and put it in my mouth. It has hard skin. I decide to eat it later when I can fry it. So I put it in the refrigerator...

I try to eat her eyes. It's hard for me to stab into them, though it is the easiest part of her face. I can see tears coming from them. It frightens me. Her eyes are all that is left of her face. It is nearly a skull.

I decide to take out her stomach. When I stab under her navel a little fat appears and then I can see the red meat under the fat. I slice a piece of the red meat and put it on a plate. Then I stab into the stomach. The internal organs appear. There is a great length of rolled tubes and I find a gray bag at the end of the tubes. It must be the blader. There is a strong smell as soon as I pick it up. I thrust my hand into her body cavity. There is another bag. It must be her womb. If she had lived she would have had a baby in this womb. The thought depresses me for a moment.

I pull out the intestines. My hands sting from the digestive juices. At last I have to cut off her head. It is the most difficult thing I have to do. I cut off the meat on her neck until I can see bone, then I cut again. She still wears her necklace. I try to use the electric knife, but it doesn't work very well. It just makes its shrill sound.

So I use the hatchet. I imagine myself on the guillotine. It is surprisingly easy to cut through. With the head gone her body is now only flesh. When I grab the hair and hang up the head, I realize I am a cannibal. I put the head in a plastic bag. I separate the body and put it into two plastic bags. They are heavy. It is hard to put them into the suitcases. I am finished. It is midnight. I call a taxi.

I am back home. I turn on the TV and open the refrigerator. I put the dishes on the glass table. I reconize each pieces of meat. This is part of her hip and this is part of her thigh. I fry them on the stove. I set the table. There is mustard, salt, pepper and sauce. I put her underwear beside the dish. I sniff it and look at a nude woman in a magazine. I try to remember which part of her is in my mouth, but it is difficult to connect the meat with a body. It just seems like a piece of meat. I continue to eat her body until I am caught. Each day the meat becomes more tender, each day the taste is more sweet and delicious. "

You can imprison me, but you cant take away my memories