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Charity B.
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October 24 - October 24, 2024
“Oh, somewhere deep inside these bones, an emptiness began to grow.” Jack Skellington
Grave picking for passion as opposed to business has its own set of risks.
The closer I get to the private community I call home, the harder my cock grows. I’ll sleep with Natasha once or twice before the work begins. It’s a time-consuming process to taxidermize humans, and once I start, I won’t be able to fuck her again until I’ve finished.
While I’ve always found living women attractive, they’re terrifying beings. They’ll cut you deeper than any blade ever could and laugh while you bleed.
“I wish I could make you come alive so I don’t have to pretend to have intimacy anymore.” That’s something I would never admit aloud to anyone that could repeat it. My being with women whose souls have left this earth is not only a large part of who I am, but it’s also my only source of affection.
Every time you rape yourself, you blacken your soul. I rarely think of my mother’s persecution outside of sexual situations. It’s fucked up, and I have no idea how to stop it.
Her flesh is cold, and the moment I push into her corpse, it feels like dough molding around my erection. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
Lifting one of her legs, I hold it around my waist, allowing me to shove in deeper. My own son? How did I raise such perverse filth?
doesn’t take long before the feeling of her encasing me has me pouring my warm come into her chilled pussy. I don’t know why my orgasms always force my thoughts toward my mother, yet every time, I can’t stop the memories from flooding through my mind.
I slowly chew on the waxy candy, watching him as he undoes his pants. My eyes go wide when he pulls out his penis, and it sticks straight out. Why is he doing this in the living room? Is he not scared mom will see? He moves his hand fast around it as he starts making weird noises that make my stomach hurt. Mom will be so mad if she catches him. She beat me with the hair dryer cord so hard my back bled and hurt for days when she saw me touching mine in the bath. I don’t understand why it’s so bad. I’m too focused on watching my dad to notice my mom until she’s screaming from somewhere out of my
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why you’re drinking and playing with your disgusting little flesh ferret, isn’t it?” “You know what, you fucking cunt? I’m done living with your twisted-ass, psycho bullshit.” He slurs as he stands, his wiener still pointing up. I hate him calling her names. “I’ve tried, Aziza, I really fucking have. In the beginning, I thought I loved you, so waiting until we were married to have you felt worth it. I could understand that.”
“Then, I find out on our wedding night that you lied to me. You left out the detail that your sick fuck of a father cut up your pussy because you thought I wouldn’t marry you if I knew. And maybe I wouldn’t have, but as angry as I was at you for keeping that from me, I still understood.” “Don’t you dare talk that way about my father! He was a good man. He just wanted me to stay pure! I hear her feet pounding against the floor seconds before she stands where I can see her. “And put that repulsive thing away!”
What is he doing?! Streams of tears drench my face when he rubs his penis on her bare bottom, making me cover my mouth so they can’t hear me cry.
I’m finally able to move enough to reach up and wrap my fingers around hers to hold her hand. Our eyes meet as she squeezes back. I silently promise her I won’t let go.
I’ve had a crush on Skeleton King for as long as I can remember.
It’s been ten years since that day, and my infatuation has only grown. I know his preferences, so it’s likely I will never feel him while alive, however, once I muster the courage, I plan to ask him to be with me when I die.
seeing Skeleton King work so hard for his next corpse bride burns my blood so hot I could scream. What makes them more desirable than me? Besides their death, of course. I don’t understand why he wants a girl that can’t speak or touch him more than he would want me.
The way he touches her turns my stomach. While I can’t hear what he’s whispering, I’m sure it’s everything I ever wished he’d say to me.
He looks up at me with a smile that appears mildly sinister with his smeared face paint. My heart does gymnastics, banging against my ribs so hard, my skin feels on fire. When he acknowledges me with a wave, I think I might burst with how fast my pulse is thumping.
I went from just digging up girlfriends to digging up inventory, morphing me into a god.
It’s actually quite interesting how many uses there are for a human corpse. Wanda and Willow Zeldamine, the old sisters two streets over, use the skin to make curtains and bed skirts, the bones to make furniture and tableware, and almost everything else for their apothecary business. Sometimes, Bone Daddy, a local jazz musician, will buy teeth from me because his wife makes jewelry or grinds them up, adding dyes to create makeup. There’s Kline Mitchem, an acquaintance of mine who works as a traveling performer in a gothic clown show. He’ll sometimes purchase face skin to turn into masks. The
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I had thought that ‘something’ was my necro-romanticism, but the longer the clock of time ticks away, I become more aware that there’s something else I’m missing.
When I put on the paint, it’s as if I become someone else. The moment the skull is on my face, I transform from John Skelver to Skeleton King.
I wrap my fingers around the velvet curtain, my eyes landing on a young woman, adorning a collar and chains. She gags while police chief, Baron Vendire, violently shoves his cock down her throat. Her hips rock back to meet the thrusts of the other Vendire brother, Lestar. I can’t help imagining what her pussy feels like as I watch the brothers use her for their pleasure.
“Want to try your hand at a girl that can actually suck your dick? No trick, it’s my treat.”
Graveyards are my playground, my safe place.
“You are many things to me. A daughter, a lover—but you’re also a symbol and a reminder. My pumpkin’s name was Sarah, and she loved dolls… Rag dolls specifically.”
“You hurt me tonight, Sarah. I’m not only physically ill, but my heart is broken over the fact that you could do that to me. I saved you, done nothing besides love you and care for you, yet you repay me with disobedience and violence.”
While I’ve never understood what makes me so different, so…wrong, the day on that river bank, I learned that I didn’t need a breathing body, just a body. I could finally feel some version of affection without risking pain or cruelty. For either of us.
Breaking our kiss, I whisper through heavy breathing, “I don’t want you cold.” She blinks a few times, stuttered puffs of air coming from her lips. I’d never noticed the pretty, light freckles sprinkled across her nose before. Panic constricts my chest as I finish my confession. “I want you just like this.”
“I’ve wanted you for years, John. Not Skeleton King, not who everyone thinks you are. You.”
“I’m scared,” he whispers. “Why?”
After several long moments, his gaze finally meets mine. “Because you’re breathing.”
My fingers are unable to reach fully around his shaft, meaning he’s larger than Fink or Ingvar and it might be painful to have him inside me. Even if it is, it doesn’t matter, all the pain in the world is worth him touching me.
With a gentle touch, I stroke him, bringing my lips to his ear. “Please don’t be afraid. This is all I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.”
I’m truly grateful that this is happening at all, I just also need him to know I mean what I say. “You’re perfect to me. You always have been.”
I am Skeleton King. Gravedigger, taxidermist, and necrophiliac. The industry of decay is my kingdom, cemeteries my solace. I’m a nightmare merchant that thrives in the darkness. I belong in the cold, not with her light and warmth. Her beauty would only deteriorate in my presence.
Although I am truly grateful to her for what she gave me, the memories she left behind will haunt me until the day I’m put into the ground.
