That would be the a text file I found on this, my spare computer, when forced to stop using the laptop due to spyware. I was halfway through before the memories came back. It was my diary. I had erased nearly all the entries and blocked out the memories of my romance with Talia.
Warning-The following may be disturbing
I don’t know how I could have done what I did. I remember the sound of the motor, and the heat of it as I drove the screws into her flesh. I remember worrying, not about her, not that I would be caught, but worrying that the wood would split. I remember the ache in my elbows as I the hacksaw blade cut through her last of her finger joints. I remember the stink of gasoline. I remember the light and the heat. I remember the way extinguishing her with that hose reminded me of running through the sprinklers as a kid. I remember the sweet smell of her burnt flesh. I remember the ease with which bits pulled away from her body. Oh, how I remember the flavor of her! She was sweet, and salty, and spicy and so succulent. I remember worrying that I’d been too severe and that she was dead. But a vague moaning gurgle came from her ruined mouth. I remember making love to her one final time. I devoured her with kisses. Most of all, I remember the rapt, ecstatic expression from the instant I agreed to fulfill her birthday wish, until life finally left her. I remember the night she finally revealed her ultimate fantasy to me. I remember the look of terror in her eyes as she told me, fearful she’d be rejected again. I remember Talia’s joyous squeal when I said that I would do it. I remember the look of pure and perfect love she gave me as I drove in the first screw. I remember the pleasure with which she savored her fingers as I popped each amputated section into her mouth. I remember her mangled cries as I made love to her. “ughiEssss!” “Oh khOd iiiEsss!” and over and over again “Ihhh huLuhUfff hUuu!”
I loved her too.
