Gracey Newman

Rookie (18th April 1992 / Colchester)

So Stain Them Red

She sits gagged and bound. Her wounds stitched not to help her but to prolong the agony. Her guts spread across the floor like a canvas stained bloody

She no longer screams or weeps as she know what will happen.

Dear Diary,
My hands inching towards the razor blades, Ive been watching you whilst your sleeping. My eager eyes watch your imperfections and in my dreams I tear you apart. I rip out your guts....You have become perfect.

Ive waited long enough. I want my pure white hands to

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