Diary of a Madman 3 (1006 hits)
Category: NoneLabels: doam
Rating: 1.91 on 11 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Bigmike (View user info) at 2004-05-27 01:55:52 EDT
Chapter One:
http://www.ubersite.com/m/32509
Chapter Two:
http://www.ubersite.com/m/33570
It came today.
I couldn't believe how thrilled I was to see it, to hold it in my hands. The power, raw and unlimited. My canvas, the world. The people of the world.
He didn't like it much though. His fear was beautiful and intoxicating. The look.....the look in his eyes told the whole story. He couldn't move of course, but that was the beauty of it. Pure unadulterated fear with nowhere to go except in. I think that is as true as beauty can get. Fear......bondage.......no escape......a mind running away without the help of a body. The body still, the look vacant, the fear turned inward and decimating what is left of sanity. Truth. The truth. What's left of the truth.
I played with it awhile as he watched. His curiosity was sort of like how he reacted when he first saw me playing with that curling iron I bought for him. I was fascinated by his reaction to the touch of it on his skin. I let him feel it cold, right out of the package. Ran it over his smooth skin. I whispered to him while I did it. He didn't seem interested but it didn't matter. What mattered was what happened when I plugged it in. He didn't like that at all and I continually find it amazing that a body, a person can withstand so much. So much pain. Sweet, honest pain.
It cleanses the soul. Deeply.
I woke him up with my new toy. I thought he was gone, but I guess I was wrong. I am so pathetic when it comes to that. I can never tell until they are stinking and rotten. I guess I am rooting for them the whole time to stay with me. To keep me company. To feed my obsessions. They never do though. We hardly get to know each other even though some last longer than others.
I left it on the table for him to look at. I let him think about it for days, sitting there all shiny and new. It was staring at him and he was staring back. I really don't think he got much sleep those three days, but it wasn't because of his bonds or the duct tape. He could breathe ok I think, it was the mystique of the new addition to the room. Sitting there on the table waiting to be brought to life, for death. For release.
I know they beg me for it sometimes but I cannot hear them. They make sounds, noises, grunts, pleas. I cannot let them speak for it will affect me I am sure. I cannot listen to their bargainings and their offers. It is useless and means nothing to me. It's the pain that means something to me. The fear. The endurance.
I walked in just tonight and he was staring at it, almost trancelike as I walked to the table and picked it up. He didn't look at me then, he just hung there on the wall like a cheap suit. I was disappointed. Then I put my new toy in motion. I wish the world could have seen the look in his eyes! They were precious and beautiful like pearls inside of a shell. I had to take a picture of him to savor the horror there. They were saucers. Saucers filled with the reflection of life lost.
After I was done I took more pictures. I will fill a scrapbook one day with my memories. People will flock from hundreds of thousands of miles to read my script and see my photos. I will be famous. My toys will instill reverence and fear. People will ask why, but they will know deep down in their very souls, why. They will know because they already know where I am. Where I lurk. I am in all of them, waiting. Waiting to get out.
Waiting to play with toys.
User Reviews
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-05-07 03:31:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I have finally worked my way back to this series.
I am glad I did.
-Dave
Submitted by Spam (user info) at 2004-12-31 05:51:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
dirt.
Submitted by Gnome (user info) at 2004-08-08 18:12:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
wow. i need a shower
Submitted by Fabish (user info) at 2004-08-08 00:31:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Once again, you treated his imagination realistically and represented it in the same fashion. Nicely done, especially the way he acts like he's a psychiatrist, performing actions, and then trying to imagine what the other person feels because of what has happened to him.
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-07-17 01:04:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2004-06-03 01:27:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-05-30 11:10:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
These are great.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-05-27 13:43:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Just read all 3 at once. I don't know how great of an idea that was.
Submitted by Anjie (user info) at 2004-05-27 12:35:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Great Mike keep it comming. I couldn't figure out what the "toy" way. I had all sorts of pictures in my head.... this was awesome!
Submitted by FearBenzene (user info) at 2004-05-27 09:49:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
meh
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-05-27 02:05:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
yup