Musings over a knife

Yesterday at the IKEA I was completely taken aback by the variety of cook’s knives available… I felt aroused. I couldn’t top thinking about what it must be like to let them touch a human body.

Teasingly at first, tracing lines with the tip, and then making the first cut… the first of many… Almost like a work of art, and the skin would be my canvas. I imagined touching a woman’s cunt while cutting her, drawing in blood and flesh… I imagined how her fear and pain would mix with arousal… because you know… they do that. Fear and pain tend to do that… They’re caused by the same chemicals, as is arousal.

I wanted to see her confusion… see how she doesn’t understand how she can feel like that while in pain, while dying… Dying, because I would kill her. I would cut deeper and deeper each time, and she would lose blood until she would pass out. And then I would hold her, and let her bleed to death. Slowly. I imagine it to be a pleasant way to die. Painful for sure, but pleasant…

All that passed in front of my mental eye, standing in front of the knife rack at IKEA. I let my fingers caress the steel blades and I smiled at my own fantasy… Then I went back to my family, who wondered where I was staying so long.

About quantumphysica

My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93. Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know... I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling... I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever. And I make lists of things...
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9 Responses to Musings over a knife

  1. Wow, darling. Not quite a post to “Like”-

    You would need to be so gentle with her, caressing, quieting her, kissing her softly as you pressed the knife in harder, so that the knife would be like a sweet touch. Then the sensation of the knife, the sharp sensation without the emotional rejection of a Pain stimulus, would be utterly beautiful.

    But- death? Really? Don’t go on suicide watch, now, it is really boring when you cannot be alone.

  2. I have had similar thoughts. It’s strange where your mind can go.

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