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Pinhead ficlet - what makes me laugh
Arrogance. The arrogance in your eyes as you solve the final puzzle and face us, your servants of the flesh.
Confusion. The confusion in your eyes as you see your flesh slowly revealed, layer after layer peeled off to bring forth your true counternance.
Screams. Screams that ring through the darkness, telling the truth of your desires... that they really did not include the pleasures you have found.
Begging. The way you beg to be spared, restored, returned, recreated and finally to be turned over to the hands of Death... but there is no death, there is only the flesh.
Fear. Fear in your eyes as you realise there is no way back from your personal hell, that your soul and body are forever bound to Leviethan, eternally lost in the bowels of purgatory, the final betrayal of your lust.
Pain. Pain sliding through me, curling around my nervenedings in a neverending dance of reconfiguration, old wounds reopened and rekindled with the sharp edges of my Lords tools, lovingly recreating past pleasures, gently coaxing my laughter with the subtle humour of blood and decay.
Confusion. The confusion in your eyes as you see your flesh slowly revealed, layer after layer peeled off to bring forth your true counternance.
Screams. Screams that ring through the darkness, telling the truth of your desires... that they really did not include the pleasures you have found.
Begging. The way you beg to be spared, restored, returned, recreated and finally to be turned over to the hands of Death... but there is no death, there is only the flesh.
Fear. Fear in your eyes as you realise there is no way back from your personal hell, that your soul and body are forever bound to Leviethan, eternally lost in the bowels of purgatory, the final betrayal of your lust.
Pain. Pain sliding through me, curling around my nervenedings in a neverending dance of reconfiguration, old wounds reopened and rekindled with the sharp edges of my Lords tools, lovingly recreating past pleasures, gently coaxing my laughter with the subtle humour of blood and decay.