Bloody Mary's Diary

BLOODY MARY'S DIARY - Fishing
by The Goddess of Death

For the past ten minutes, I have been watching this fat naked guy stare at himself in the mirror at a Days Inn motel room. He must have been in his late forties and did not look at all happy. He walked up real close to the mirror, and then started to openly sob.

Sometimes you watch and see the side of people that you would never see if you didn't have my ability. There had been many times where I have seen people do unspeakable things to themselves. Many times, I wish they could just summon me so they could have this beautiful goddess that I am slaughter them like an animal. But usually, when they are so depressed to do those things to themselves, they are not going to be afraid of me. That could very well be an uneducated guess though.

One thing that just irritates me to no end, is that electronics simply do not work in the mirror world, unless I bring them over from the real world, and only if they are self powered, like with a battery, or a crank. In the past, I have pulled over a backup power for computers, and used that to charge my vibrator. But I guess that's the price I have to pay for the awesome life I live.

I sat on the bed of the mirror world side of the hotel room and pulled out a remote control that I stole from the same room. I pointed the remote control to the tv through the mirror and turned it on. The guy quickly jumped at the phenomenon and looked over to the TV like an idiot. I watched him walk over to the appliance and hit the power button to turn it off. I simply turned it back on. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Hey, I don't get too much comedy in the mirror world.

The man turned the TV off again. The man slowly sat on the edge of the bed, next to the nightstand and put his face in his hands. I looked in the TV guide real quick, powered the TV back on and changed it to Pay-per-view. I billed "Paranormal 3" to his room account and fast forwarded it to a particular part. The man watched the TV do all of these seemingly intelligent things, it was hilarious. On the screen a little girl and a man stood in front of a mirror, she closed her eyes and began chanting "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary." The man is adequately afraid, and although the summoning happened on TV, it still works for me. That is what I like to call 'fishing'. Cheap, eh?

Once the man blinked his eyes, I had my nails against his neck, my tongue in his ear, and my naked breasts on his bare back. In my most evil, deep, wicked voice I began to speak to him: "I am going to rip your throat out with my nails if you scream." I squeezed my nails into his neck, puncturing his skin a little to illustrate my point.

"What do you want? I have money!" The man was quivering with fear. "Please don't hurt me." I didn't reply. I just ran my tongue down his neck. I love the smell of fear, but when a grown man like this breaks down this easy, it's almost not fun. So I came up with a better idea. I released my grip and I got off the bed and walked around him. I trailed my red tipped finger nail from his back to his left nipple in sync with my walk. I looked scary, with my dark hair, and I did up my makeup with dark colors. My eyes glowed an intense light blue and I was naked, but my hair covered my breasts.

"You are so pathetic." Immediately, after that sentence, I felt something wet hitting my leg. I looked down and realized he was involuntarily pissing on me. Well, honestly, I would normally love such things, but to keep up the fear, I had to punish him. I lifted my hand up and smacked him hard enough to make him roll off the bed on the opposite side. "You miserable little worm! You fucking pissed on Bloody Mary! Do you have any fucking clue what is about to happen to you?" I walked over to where he landed on the floor and grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to my face. "Before I butcher you, and roast you like the fat pig you are, I want some goddamn answers!"

I dropped him back down to the floor and placed my bare foot to his neck and pressed down on it. The man mumbled incoherently. I was beginning to worry that this guy would have a heart attack from the amount of fear he was going through. I like to play with my catch a little before he meets his untimely demise. "I can see why you were crying before I decided to show up and snuff you." I took my foot off his neck and ran my toe down his chest and over his large belly and to his small dick. "What happened? No body wants you with this pathetic thing?"

The guy cried, sobbing hard with his eyes glued shut. "Stop it!" I kicked him in the cock a few times, moderately hard.

"I will stop all of this, if you tell me why a man your age was crying?" I walked over to the TV and turned it off. I sat on the edge of the bed where he was on the floor and looked at the helpless man.

"Please, just leave me alone. Take my wallet." I went into his pants and took his wallet. "Fine, I will take your wallet." I threw it in his face. "Are you fucking retarded! Fuck! Tell me why your disgusting useless waste of space self was crying? Now!" I loved me some mind fucks from time to time, but the dumber they are, the less interesting it is.

The man opened his eyes and looked up at my spread legs on the bed above him. He had an excellent view of my pussy. "I... my wife." he began hesitantly. After a lengthy pause, some tears, and a kick from me to spill it, he continued, "She's been cheating on me."

I smiled brightly. "Awesome!" I sat up quickly and pulled the lamp from the wall. "And did you get to see her fuck another man?" I ripped the cord from the base of the lamp and took the resulting wire.

The man cried more. "She... forced me to watch."

"Awe, poor, poor boy. I'll tell you what, I will help you." I started to swing the cord and brought it down on the mans penis like a whip. I don't think the man was expecting it, so he jumped up onto all fours and tried to crawl to the door. I kept whipping him, causing him to scream pathetically. "Doesn't that just help you forget all your marital problems?"

"Somebody help me!" He yelled, beating his fists on the ground. The pain of the make shift whip must have been unbearable.

I kicked the guy's face down and sat down on his shoulder blades. "Tell me, did you get a good look at your wife's satisfied face? Damn, if I were your wife, I would have done you a lot worse." I began rubbing my bare pussy on his back hair. "After all, you deserve it. Don't you bitch?"

I turned him around and noticed that he had a hardon. I smirked. Guys like this will get turned on with the way I have been treating them, whether they want it or not. I took the power cord and wrapped it around the base of his cock very tight. I took one of my finger nails and began sawing into his cock. Yeah. I can do that. He would not feel it just yet since I cut the circulation off from his hard dick. It really wasn't that small, he just had a bunch of fat covering the majority up. Hear that guys? Lose weight, get bigger. That should be enough to inspire you. I ripped the cock off the rest of the way. "I will be delivering this to your wife after you perish. I am sure she will be happy about it." I put his cock in front of his eyes and he began screaming.

Yum! That's the shit I like to see in a grown man's eyes. Pure terror. It's the kind where you can see that he knows there will be no tomorrow for him.

Then, a knock on the door interrupted the blissful moment. "Hotel management. Please open the door." I quickly placed my hand over the man's mouth to keep him quiet. I dragged the man with me to the door, dead-bolted it, and chained it up. "Open up! Neighboring guests reported screaming from this room and the police have been called."

I drug my victim into the bathroom, tore the mirror from the wall, leaned it against the toilet, and shut the light off. I let the man scream more as I stuffed my fist into his dry ass hole, sunk my nails into some inner flesh and ripped out his intestines. Yelling became blood curdling. It sounded like the hotel manager tried desperately to break the door down, but no luck. I fully disemboweled the fat man, I ran my tongue over the exposed swollen intestine that was caked with traces of liquid shit. My razor sharp finger nails was sawing into his stomach from the inside. The door from the bathroom finally opened, and the police saw the terrible sight of my amazing body bathing in a man's blood and pieces of entrails all over me.

Policeman froze at the horror. "Holy shit?!" The policeman reached for his gun, turned on the light. I grabbed a hold of the severed penis, winked at the policeman and before I knew it I was looking at the scene from the other side of the mirror.

The policeman started shooting randomly everywhere, thinking that I was invisible, I guess. The policeman ran out of the hotel room and the manager took a step in to the bathroom to look for himself. He shouted profanities and hastily walked out. Meanwhile, I fucked myself with the severed penis until I came.

Promises are promises, I always say. I watched as the wife of the man open a small package she just got from UPS. A decayed, pale penis was pinned to a note and the box was lined with reflective foil for me to watch through. The note said: "What a pathetic husband you had. He died like a bitch. - BM " The wife sat where she stood and began to sob uncontrollably. I simply cannot understand human behavior. You don't know what you got till its gone, so cherish it before I come and kill it. Ah fuck! She's got fucking Brazilian wax kit on the table and I can't get there! Whatever. All I got this time is two travel sized moisturizers labeled for Days Inn. Cum on that mirror for me!