Chapter #4Your Girlfriend by: Unknown You weren't a psychopath... well, you weren't a SADISTIC psychopath. Sure you enjoyed your fair share of exotic erotica, most of all the kind in which body parts or whole sections of the body get removed. It was just the idea of rendering someone so helpless, reducing them to a pile of pieces to play with was absolutely exhilarating to you, especially if the divided person got to watch what happened to them and enjoy it themselves. With that in mind you'd always imagined yourself getting to chop up your girlfriend but had never acted on those feelings for quite obvious ethical (and legal) reasons. Now that you had a magical sword that gave you the ability to chop her up free of consequence or pain however you suddenly felt the insatiable urge to do just that. Setting aside your new favorite object to ever exist momentarily you pick up your phone and quickly dial up your girlfriend Michelle. A curvy and cute brunette on the taller side you'd been together long enough for her to pick up the hints that you were a tad on the strange side when it came to the bedroom but not long enough for her to know exactly what said strangeness was. After a few rings she picked up, her harmonious voice flowing through the speaker. "Hey Johnny boy, what's up?"
She knew you hated that nickname but you were in such a state of excitement you hardly even registered the teasing and simply said. "Get over here. Now."
"Wow, sounds like you've got something big to show me." She said, pausing to giggle. "I'll be over soon, just gotta finish up some emails."
You thought about how you'd go about introducing the concept of a magical gore sword to her and decided that the best way would be to just throw her into the deep end as any kind of explanation sans demonstration would be met with nothing but disbelief. Taking up the sword you walked downstairs, pacing as you came up with a gag. After a few moments you decided on one.
Twenty five minutes passed before you heard the doorbell ring. "It's open!" You say, standing just a few feet away from the door with your hands behind your back. The door opens and you're greeted by the sight of Michelle, dressed casually in simple jeans and a t-shirt, likely due to how easy said articles were to remove. "Sorry about that, I'd have opened the door myself but I'm a bit shorthanded at the moment!" You say, bringing your right arm forward. Clutched in your right hand was your left hand, blood dripping from its open wrist as the hand waved at her vigorously.
Michelle stared, unable to comprehend what was happening. She stared at your severed hand, observing it as it moved and turned in normal controlled fashion despite no longer being connected to your wrist and still bleeding from its fresh stump. She then turned to you, staring at your jovial face. Finally she spoke. "What the fuck?"
"So what you're telling me is that not only did you find this magic sword on the street but that you also have a fetish for people getting chopped up? Wow, sounds like you won the lottery today." Michelle said, inspecting the sword as you finished cleaning your blood off the floor and yourself. You'd have to buy a lot more new rags in the future or maybe just get floors and linens that were easily cleaned and difficult to stain but for now you'd make do.
Tossing the rags into your washer and setting it to speed wash (for you'd likely need those puppies again soon) you nodded. "Lottery? I'd say even that's putting it lightly. If I won the lottery I'd just have a mansion or a boat or something. Instead I got a reality altering magical artifact." You turned back to her. "So, you're not creeped out or anything by my... proclivities?"
Michelle shrugged. "Well, everyone has some weird fantasy or fetish. So long as you're not actually hurting anyone I can't see the harm in it, and since you've restrained yourself from harming anyone thusfar I trust you not to do it now. So, how's about we see what else this thing can do?"
You leer. "You just read my mind!" Taking the sword from Michelle you ponder what to cut off first, your girlfriend posing herself as you thought. Eventually you decide to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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