I feel angry today. Restless. Dark. Moody.

Good sun, good sky, nice day.

Later on, I will let loose my temper and it will be an ugly event. Some mindless girl will assume the brunt of what I have inside of me. Meanwhile, I will set that on the back burner and enjoy the mindless chatter of everyone else so unfamiliar with who I really am.

DEVIL’S EMBRACE (The) by Frau Oppenheimer

http://www.olympia-press.co.uk/uncensoredD.htm

‘ … He remained silent and at last she dragged her gaze from the floor up to study his own face again. “What did you say you wanted for lunch?” her voice was quietly determined.

“You,” he repeated.

“And a riding crop,” she almost whispered through the tightness of her voice.

“That’s right,” his own tone had remained decisive and unrevealing of his own emotions regarding the superb symmetry of her shapeliness.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she told him as she went from the room.

Deveril finished his drink and placed the tips of his fingers together as though making a decision inside himself. His eyes were cruelly piercing, and his mouth a thin of cruel purpose. He looked up casually when she came back into the room and saw the thin, tapering leather crop in her right hand. Awkwardly, silently she handed it to him.

“I have the salad; what about the main course?” he asked. …’

DIARY OF A SADIST’S SLAVE (The Story of Roweena Dune) - Anonymous

‘ … I was sobbing breathlessly, twitching uncontrollably as he pushed the needle all the way into my breast, stopping only when it struck one of the bones of my rib cage. The tip of the needle scraped against the bone and I wailed in agony, the hurt so fierce that a blinding red mist began to dance in front of my eyes.

“Savage, is it not, little Roweena?” he said, chuckling viciously. “A bit of metal against the bone is one of the fiercest agonies known!”

The pain consumed me now, swept through my flesh in rolling waves. I was aware of nothing other than the sharp, burning sensation in my breast and the cruel torture of the needle scraping against my bone. The fierce agony was unrelenting. Unlike the other pains I had felt at his hands, there were no moments of rest in this, no pause between fiery spasms of hurt. The pain was constant, building higher and higher, each moment growing worse than the last, a cruel agony that seemed to be destroying me. I quivered spasmodically, causing the needle to move in my flesh. Screaming with uncontrollable agony, I tried to remain still. but Merlyn merely laughed and pressed the tip of the other needle he held against my thigh. He waited a moment until I had calmed down, then savagely thrust the other needle into my limb. I screamed anew as a different area of agony opened up in my flesh and he drove the spear into me steadily until it too was scraping against the bone. …’