"i want to watch you choke.

not the sexy breath-play that has suddenly become so sought after nor the light headed, hard to breathe fuck. no, not that.

and not the drag of a cigarette or blunt or whatever you deem necessary to put in your mouth, if you understand me.

no, no.
something far more sinister in effect.

i want the purple skin and clawing fingers as you struggle to keep conscious. i want to watch you spit and drool all over yourself as your life drains away. i want the bulging eyes, becoming bloodshot and watery as you realize you might not make it. the fear. the anguish.

i want the eye contact.

i want the faint crunching of your trachea and larynx beneath my finger tips. i want to watch your eyes roll back, and feel the pulse slowing. i want the dark purple marks left by my fingers around your throat.

strangulation is very personal, after all. a personal way to die.

to kill."

- The Psycho From a Story I Still Mean to Write...Eventually