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this genuinely breaks my heart

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can’t stop reading this over and over

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ladies covered in a man's blood send post

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I genuinely believe most seniors on bicycles are suicidal, only way to explain their batshit behavior.

#tw suicide

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serial rapists and child predators are subhuman. therefore i have no ethical qualms with saying put them in labor camps or subject them to medical testing and rub makeup and shampoo in their eyes like we do to rabbits and monkeys. send them in the cobalt and lithium mines instead of children. u could make them into a human centipede for all i care, but why not get some actual use out of them? most prisons are already for profit and are exploiting the labor of ppl who are incarcerated for nonviolent crimes, so cast your cognitive dissonance aside and contact your senator about using pedophiles for medical experimentation

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i'm a natural born biter i just need to feel ur skin in my mouth to show you i care and also it rocks

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got a little bit too insane tonight (straddled my boyfriend's waist and traced my finger on his chest and told him how i would vivisect him and talked about his organs)

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Hot singles in your area are dying to lock you up in their basement

*clicks on ad frantically*

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I love getting food and eating it while watching a movie in my car, all while parked in some quiet industrial zone late at night.

i love sitting in my car for a long time. extension of my home

#like the true loner that i am

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Waiting in my car until my nephew is asleep because he always gets so excited to see me, but he needs his nap 🥰

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lara making elijah bite down on one of her hunting knives so he shuts the fuck up…

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lowering my iq 35 points so i can actualize my dream job as a cop

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idea of lara threatening to skin Elijah like he's a deer she shot, trailing the knife where she'd slice :) he's a fellow hunter so maybe it's time he understood the prey's perspective

deer in headlights

hunting season masterlist

content: male whumpee, female whumper, big whumpee, small whumper, defiant whumpee, intimate whumper, captivity, threats of violence

Lara glides her hunting knife down Elijah’s throat to his sternum. “I’d start here.”

Maybe if she hadn’t pulled his shirt up to his chest, Elijah’s reaction wouldn’t be so obvious. As it is, every single contraction of his lungs is visible in the movement of his chest. When she taps the tip of the knife lightly against his sternum, his taut muscles reveal the silhouette of his ribcage, and the transparency of his emotions leaves him feeling more naked than if he had been stripped completely.

Elijah can’t see the expression on Lara’s face when she’s standing behind him, but he can hear the smile in her voice. “If you want me to kill you so bad, it’s only fair you know how I’d do it. You can’t get shy now.”

“You’d slit my throat and leave me to bleed out. I get it,” he says through gritted teeth.

Lara pauses. “Aren’t you a hunter?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You should know that you’re supposed to use every part of the animal. Why would I slit your throat when there’s so much of you to cut into?” This time, when Elijah breathes, Lara finds the indentations of his ribcage with her knife and presses the flat of the blade to his abdomen. In the few seconds that pass, he tries to find something to say, but between the throbbing wound in his thigh and the path of Lara’s knife against his skin, he isn’t able to focus on much else. He keeps his mouth shut.

“Have you ever skinned a deer?” Lara’s fingers fall to his side opposite where her knife is, and his body involuntarily shudders at the freezing touch. Elijah thought any cold would be welcomed, considering he’s been covered in a thin sheen of sweat since he woke up, but his entire abdomen tenses when she wraps her hand around him. “I haven’t, but I think it’d be similar to what I’d do with you. It’s satisfying to tear through muscle. And you have a lot of it.”

Lara brings her knife up to where his shirt is rolled, then back down to his waist, the same way you lazily pet a dog by stroking its fur, and when Elijah squirms, he wonders if he’s always been this ticklish or if Lara’s knife brings it out of him.

“I wouldn’t touch your face,” she continues. “Not until the end. I’ve cut out tongues when I didn’t want to hear screaming, but not yours. I want to see if you can shatter a couple of teeth clenching your jaw hard enough to not make a sound.” She uses the knife to swipe away a few strands of Elijah’s hair in his eyes. “The rest of your face speaks for itself.”

“So you think I’m handsome.” Lara laughs. Elijah feels a twinge of satisfaction, then an immediate wave of disgust.

“I’m not the only one. Do you know the things they ask me?” Lara still hasn’t explained who they are, even though it’s been days, but Elijah doesn’t have to ask. Finally, he acknowledges the camera, with nothing more than a glare.

“To skin me alive, I guess.” There’s no humor in his voice this time. That’s what Lara means to do if she kills him. There’s nothing Elijah can laugh at about that.

“More than that,” she replies. “It’s what you sound like when you scream.” Lara drops her hand from his abdomen to the fresh stitches on his thigh, and his face twists in pain even as she lets go. “What you sound like when you cry. What you sound like when you come.” She tilts her head with a thoughtful expression, twirling her knife incredibly close to his face. “What you sound like when you don’t.”

There’s no question about whether or not Elijah’s disgust is visible, because Lara continues with a renewed liveliness. “It’s not that they don’t want to see your insides. I want to see your insides. It’s that you’d be wasted if that’s all I did with you. You’re the type to go down kicking and screaming, Eli.”

Lara tosses her knife haphazardly to the floor, and walks around Elijah so she stands in front of him. The rise and fall of his chest is unmistakable as she leans in towards him.

“I want to see how long it takes you to go down.”

Elijah blinks beneath his dark lashes, his voice unsteady. “And if I don’t?”

“I told you.” Lara smiles, and taps his sternum.

“I’ll start right here.”

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Hey can we have sex (no penetration, no oral, I just beat you up)

#my kind of tinder date

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find you a guy who will:

1. offer to kill someone on your behalf

2. obtain dna evidence

3. buy a funeral home to preserve remains

4. distract one of your bully so you can get away

5. offer to treat your wounds and scars

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pull up his shirt play with his wounds