11/30/07
036 – Smell
The smell of sweat was salty and bit at the back of his throat. He could taste the fear of the guard on his tongue. It made him cough, but it also excited him. He had killed once in a past life, but this was more exhilarating. He was able to savor the pain he was inflicting in a way he had never known of before.
Blood smelled metallic. The guard was screaming and the sound was piercing his sensitive hears. But it didn’t matter. The life of the man was leaving out under his fingers. It was a beautiful feeling.
Intestines smelled like rice, almost scentless, but smeared with blood. It was a warm smell.
Death was bitter. The body was stiff as he dragged it to a hiding place. But he couldn’t’ get the blood off the floor…
They strapped him in a chair. The last thing he smelled as they slipped the needle into his vein was the sharp smell of alcohol.
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