"is that a blemish on your cheek?" i asked,
my callused fingertip caressing her scarred skin
she followed with her own, feeling the slight
lumpy scar left like a wound from the past,
alone, surrounded by smooth, olive skin

i slowly began to pick at it,
the dead and dried outer layer of skin
flaking away
the blemish no longer appearing old and faded with
a distinct blend of purple and dark olive skin tone
but now becoming a fresh wound being reopened,
a pinkish color appearing,
a slight combination of pus and blood beginning
to trickle down her soft cheek
her eyes wincing with pain as i continued to dig deeper,
peeling more layers of her skin,
tears beginning to run down and blending with her
pussy blood

the wound now beginning to grow,
to spread as i began to peel her face
obsessively and roughly, like peeling away at an orange,
aware that she was feeling such pain yet not
stopping from my sadistic action
entranced by such a gruesome sight
as the face in front of me
began to disappear, becoming less and less familiar
my hands smothered with her life,
my nails crammed with her flesh,

i continued on with a feeling of disgust,
no longer peeling but tearing away
at this exterior that once possessed a vision that appeared
fragile and innocent
and as i pulled away the
last remaining piece of fleshy, bloody skin,
i stepped back being left with nothing
to look at but the grim sight of stained bone,
her doe like eyes looking at me, deeply,
full of tears and with the question of "why?"

after a brief moment of trying to take it all in,
wondering what it was i had done,
suddenly coming to a realization
that was unexpected, filling me with terrified intensity,
i held her head in my soiled hands and quietly whispered,

"you're beautiful."

[END]

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