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would someone send me these vague cryptic messages then take me out without further explanation? I decided against it being a bomb. It was highly unlikely.
I was teetering on the brink of insanity. To open or not to open. This was a sick and twisted game we were playing.
I was feeling irritated again. Usually, I was up to play games but enough was enough. What if Eric had woken before me? He was an earlier riser than myself. I would have had some explaining to do that I wasn’t quite ready for.
I also couldn’t deny my discomfort that this box was not outside of my apartment for me to gather and bring inside. It was already sitting pretty atop my coffee table. Someone had broken in. Presumably, they must have come in while I was out fucking and drinking away my sorrows. I must have missed it on my way in last night.
I was being watched. Dare I say, monitored? Paranoia set in, and I began to look around the living room like a crazy person. Was I losing it? I used to have a more concrete answer for such a preposterous question but I could no longer answer no with absolute certainty.
Were there signs? If so, what were they? Surely, I could Google the signs of going insane. But could I diagnose myself without bias? I wasn’t a medical professional in any sense of the term but how else could I figure it all out?
I stared at the box again. Might as well open it and deal with it now while Eric still lay sleeping. Curiosity might kill this cat and I could only hope that satisfaction would bring me back.
Carefully, I slid a finger under the lid and stopped. Ok. Not a bomb. That much was a relief. Inside the paper wrapping was a black wooden box. It was heavy. Very heavy. I separated the box from its black papery shell and laid it on the table. This was the work of fine craftsmanship. The box was square shaped and rather beautiful.
I opened the front clasp and slowly opened it. My eyes practically jumped out of their sockets. This, I hadn’t been expecting. I had it all wrong. Immediately, I sensed that this was a gift. A very well thought out gift.
Inside the box was a beautifully crafted slicing knife. Similar to the ones I would use to kill an unlucky victim’s throat. But this was much more elegant. I balanced the knife on both of my hands to feel the full weight of it. It was so heavy. I then wielded it as I customarily do. I imagined slicing off a man’s head and I smiled. It felt like Christmas morning when Santa got you exactly what you wanted without having to ask for it.
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. This was pure perfection. How ironic, that this stranger, whomever he was, could send me this most precious gift. And yet, the people closest to me could never, would never, gift me something anywhere near as close to personal as this.
I was flabbergasted. It appeared to me, that I may have a somewhat dark and twisted secret admirer. I chuckled. Secret Admirer was a stretch. But still. I no longer felt threatened. It seemed I had nothing to fear I could finally take exhale.
I couldn't actually believe that of course. However, the daunting feelings of dread had been completely emptied and replaced with excitement.
Yes, someone definitely saw me.
And no, that was most certainly NOT a good thing.
But I couldn’t help but to sense that they might have actually enjoyed what they saw. And if that was true, I wasn’t the only monster in town.
I heard some shuffling come from the bedroom. I had forgotten that Eric had still been asleep in my bed while I played with knives in the living room. I got a little carried away. I was a sucker for nice shiny things.
Before he could see, I dumped the box behind the sofa and slid the knife into the box and set it onto my living room bookshelf. Hiding items in plain sight was always the best way to go. Eric wasn’t the snooping type. I wasn’t too worried.
He quickly poured himself a cup of coffee and was halfway out the door.
"You're up early. You goin'
I was teetering on the brink of insanity. To open or not to open. This was a sick and twisted game we were playing.
I was feeling irritated again. Usually, I was up to play games but enough was enough. What if Eric had woken before me? He was an earlier riser than myself. I would have had some explaining to do that I wasn’t quite ready for.
I also couldn’t deny my discomfort that this box was not outside of my apartment for me to gather and bring inside. It was already sitting pretty atop my coffee table. Someone had broken in. Presumably, they must have come in while I was out fucking and drinking away my sorrows. I must have missed it on my way in last night.
I was being watched. Dare I say, monitored? Paranoia set in, and I began to look around the living room like a crazy person. Was I losing it? I used to have a more concrete answer for such a preposterous question but I could no longer answer no with absolute certainty.
Were there signs? If so, what were they? Surely, I could Google the signs of going insane. But could I diagnose myself without bias? I wasn’t a medical professional in any sense of the term but how else could I figure it all out?
I stared at the box again. Might as well open it and deal with it now while Eric still lay sleeping. Curiosity might kill this cat and I could only hope that satisfaction would bring me back.
Carefully, I slid a finger under the lid and stopped. Ok. Not a bomb. That much was a relief. Inside the paper wrapping was a black wooden box. It was heavy. Very heavy. I separated the box from its black papery shell and laid it on the table. This was the work of fine craftsmanship. The box was square shaped and rather beautiful.
I opened the front clasp and slowly opened it. My eyes practically jumped out of their sockets. This, I hadn’t been expecting. I had it all wrong. Immediately, I sensed that this was a gift. A very well thought out gift.
Inside the box was a beautifully crafted slicing knife. Similar to the ones I would use to kill an unlucky victim’s throat. But this was much more elegant. I balanced the knife on both of my hands to feel the full weight of it. It was so heavy. I then wielded it as I customarily do. I imagined slicing off a man’s head and I smiled. It felt like Christmas morning when Santa got you exactly what you wanted without having to ask for it.
I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. This was pure perfection. How ironic, that this stranger, whomever he was, could send me this most precious gift. And yet, the people closest to me could never, would never, gift me something anywhere near as close to personal as this.
I was flabbergasted. It appeared to me, that I may have a somewhat dark and twisted secret admirer. I chuckled. Secret Admirer was a stretch. But still. I no longer felt threatened. It seemed I had nothing to fear I could finally take exhale.
I couldn't actually believe that of course. However, the daunting feelings of dread had been completely emptied and replaced with excitement.
Yes, someone definitely saw me.
And no, that was most certainly NOT a good thing.
But I couldn’t help but to sense that they might have actually enjoyed what they saw. And if that was true, I wasn’t the only monster in town.
I heard some shuffling come from the bedroom. I had forgotten that Eric had still been asleep in my bed while I played with knives in the living room. I got a little carried away. I was a sucker for nice shiny things.
Before he could see, I dumped the box behind the sofa and slid the knife into the box and set it onto my living room bookshelf. Hiding items in plain sight was always the best way to go. Eric wasn’t the snooping type. I wasn’t too worried.
He quickly poured himself a cup of coffee and was halfway out the door.
"You're up early. You goin'
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