02-26-2024, 11:17 AM
Originally I composed this story for a user on Deviantart, but he never answered me back, so I don't know if he ever saw it, but now I will let you guys enjoy it instead.
I knew you were going to be my next victim, the minute I saw you walking down the street.
We were all alone in the dark and you just looked too good - young, lean, handsome - you had it all.
You were wearing black sweatpants and a gray hoodie - and I could see your hand was hidden under your shirt, so I guess you were playing with your belly button…
Poking it, fingering it, massaging it. You clearly enjoyed it…
You didn’t hear me coming from behind, but when I put my hand around your neck and started choking you, you let out a “What the fuck…”
I dragged you into my building - careful not to strangle you to death, because that’s no fun… Oh no - when somebody is going to die, a good belly stabbing is always the best way.
The cold, hard steel, slowly cutting into the belly button, fucking up the insides of the victim. The blood running down the stomach, following the abs or the V-line.
I just love it - and you did too…
While you were passed out, I slowly removed your hoodie.
You were wearing a black t-shirt underneath it, and I pulled it up so it exposed your abs and that cute outie of yours.
You were laying on a table and I tied your hands over your head, so your belly were stretched all it could be.
Slowly I started touching your belly button - just casually running my finger around. I added more and more pressure and suddenly you woke up…
“What… Where am I…? And who are you…?” you said.
“I am the guy, who is going to take your life…”
“Please, mister… I haven’t done anything - I am just 18.. Please…”
“Listen kid - you’re at the end of the line here. You can scream all you want, but nobody can hear you. Nobody will come and help you. It’s just you and me and the knife here…”
I took out my knife and when you saw it, it was clear you knew that there was no way out of this.
“Listen kid… It’s pretty simple - we can do this slow or fast. If I stab you right through your heart, you’re dead within seconds… But - if I stab your belly button, it will take longer and be ever so more painful… But hey, you get to choose… Where is it going to be - heart or belly?”
It didn’t take you long to come up with an answer…
“Okay - if this really is my last day alive, then at least let my death be great and something I can enjoy just as much as you.. Let me have it right in the belly - and don’t stop even if I say so… Don’t stop before I am dead!”
I placed the tip of the knife right in the center of your belly button.
I barely touched it and it was obvious you felt it tickle a bit.
You looked at me, took a deep breath and said “I am ready!”
I slowly pushed the knife deeper and deeper into your navel.
You didn’t scream - not at all.
Not even when the blood started running to both sides, following the lines of your perfect abs.
You felt the cold, hard steel going deeper and deeper into your body - what a feeling.
When the blade was all the way in, I started pulling it out - but you put your hand on top of mine.
“No - leave it for a couple of seconds…”
I pressed the the knife back into your belly button even harder this time. Just to let you have a bit more excitement…
“Urgh” you moaned… “ and after a couple of seconds you said “Take it out…”
I pulled the knife back out and looked at the blood running down your flat stomach.
“Please, stab me again - but harder this time…”
I placed the knife over your belly button again - and this time I pressed it deep, hard and fast… Your legs twisted and jerked when the shaft of the knife touched your stomach…
You let out a deep moan.
I took out the knife again - and this time I pulled it ever so slowly, so you could feel the blade coming out.
You felt the warm blood running down your stomach - reaching the waistband of your sweatpants and following it around your body.
“Again!” you said “Come on man, kill me!”
Once again I placed the knife right over your belly button and slowly started pressing it in.
You felt the blade cutting through your skin, felt the pain and felt how it started to drain you for energy.
The pain was intense, but you liked it.
This time I only pulled the knife halfways out of your navel, before jamming it back in again.
“Uuuuarhgh….” you moaned and your legs jerked from muscle spasms.
I did it again.
Slowly retracted the knife halfways and then pushing it back into your belly button.
When I pulled it all the way out, you let out a deep breath.
“Please…” you whispered. “Kill me - I want to feel the blade again…”
I found a place in your belly button that hadn’t been stabbed yet - and your eyes became big with excitement as I started pressing the knife back in - slowly, so you could feel how it hurt.
When the shaft reached your skin and the blade was all the way in your eyes were wide open.
“One.. more… time… and I… will.. die” you whispered.
This was it. The final stab. The stab that would kill you.
I looked down on your belly. The blood was running from it in thin lines. Following your abs, your v-line, running along the waistband of your sweatpants. Dripping onto the table.
I held the knife over my head, I aimed it right at the center of your cute outie belly button, and when the blade touched it your entire body jerked as it went deeper and deeper into your navel.
“Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhh…. I’m…… dying……” was the last thing you said as you felt the blade go deeper and deeper and everything got darker and darker…
I watched your body go limp, I watched the blood running in slow lines from your belly and when I let go of the knife, I decided to let it sit in your stomach. You deserved it, having begged for it.
I knew you were going to be my next victim, the minute I saw you walking down the street.
We were all alone in the dark and you just looked too good - young, lean, handsome - you had it all.
You were wearing black sweatpants and a gray hoodie - and I could see your hand was hidden under your shirt, so I guess you were playing with your belly button…
Poking it, fingering it, massaging it. You clearly enjoyed it…
You didn’t hear me coming from behind, but when I put my hand around your neck and started choking you, you let out a “What the fuck…”
I dragged you into my building - careful not to strangle you to death, because that’s no fun… Oh no - when somebody is going to die, a good belly stabbing is always the best way.
The cold, hard steel, slowly cutting into the belly button, fucking up the insides of the victim. The blood running down the stomach, following the abs or the V-line.
I just love it - and you did too…
While you were passed out, I slowly removed your hoodie.
You were wearing a black t-shirt underneath it, and I pulled it up so it exposed your abs and that cute outie of yours.
You were laying on a table and I tied your hands over your head, so your belly were stretched all it could be.
Slowly I started touching your belly button - just casually running my finger around. I added more and more pressure and suddenly you woke up…
“What… Where am I…? And who are you…?” you said.
“I am the guy, who is going to take your life…”
“Please, mister… I haven’t done anything - I am just 18.. Please…”
“Listen kid - you’re at the end of the line here. You can scream all you want, but nobody can hear you. Nobody will come and help you. It’s just you and me and the knife here…”
I took out my knife and when you saw it, it was clear you knew that there was no way out of this.
“Listen kid… It’s pretty simple - we can do this slow or fast. If I stab you right through your heart, you’re dead within seconds… But - if I stab your belly button, it will take longer and be ever so more painful… But hey, you get to choose… Where is it going to be - heart or belly?”
It didn’t take you long to come up with an answer…
“Okay - if this really is my last day alive, then at least let my death be great and something I can enjoy just as much as you.. Let me have it right in the belly - and don’t stop even if I say so… Don’t stop before I am dead!”
I placed the tip of the knife right in the center of your belly button.
I barely touched it and it was obvious you felt it tickle a bit.
You looked at me, took a deep breath and said “I am ready!”
I slowly pushed the knife deeper and deeper into your navel.
You didn’t scream - not at all.
Not even when the blood started running to both sides, following the lines of your perfect abs.
You felt the cold, hard steel going deeper and deeper into your body - what a feeling.
When the blade was all the way in, I started pulling it out - but you put your hand on top of mine.
“No - leave it for a couple of seconds…”
I pressed the the knife back into your belly button even harder this time. Just to let you have a bit more excitement…
“Urgh” you moaned… “ and after a couple of seconds you said “Take it out…”
I pulled the knife back out and looked at the blood running down your flat stomach.
“Please, stab me again - but harder this time…”
I placed the knife over your belly button again - and this time I pressed it deep, hard and fast… Your legs twisted and jerked when the shaft of the knife touched your stomach…
You let out a deep moan.
I took out the knife again - and this time I pulled it ever so slowly, so you could feel the blade coming out.
You felt the warm blood running down your stomach - reaching the waistband of your sweatpants and following it around your body.
“Again!” you said “Come on man, kill me!”
Once again I placed the knife right over your belly button and slowly started pressing it in.
You felt the blade cutting through your skin, felt the pain and felt how it started to drain you for energy.
The pain was intense, but you liked it.
This time I only pulled the knife halfways out of your navel, before jamming it back in again.
“Uuuuarhgh….” you moaned and your legs jerked from muscle spasms.
I did it again.
Slowly retracted the knife halfways and then pushing it back into your belly button.
When I pulled it all the way out, you let out a deep breath.
“Please…” you whispered. “Kill me - I want to feel the blade again…”
I found a place in your belly button that hadn’t been stabbed yet - and your eyes became big with excitement as I started pressing the knife back in - slowly, so you could feel how it hurt.
When the shaft reached your skin and the blade was all the way in your eyes were wide open.
“One.. more… time… and I… will.. die” you whispered.
This was it. The final stab. The stab that would kill you.
I looked down on your belly. The blood was running from it in thin lines. Following your abs, your v-line, running along the waistband of your sweatpants. Dripping onto the table.
I held the knife over my head, I aimed it right at the center of your cute outie belly button, and when the blade touched it your entire body jerked as it went deeper and deeper into your navel.
“Uuuuuuuuuuaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhh…. I’m…… dying……” was the last thing you said as you felt the blade go deeper and deeper and everything got darker and darker…
I watched your body go limp, I watched the blood running in slow lines from your belly and when I let go of the knife, I decided to let it sit in your stomach. You deserved it, having begged for it.
