Swedish Predator (Part I)



Sweden, October 04th, 1996

Young Skye is in trouble again for acting on her fantasies...

Lets's get to know her a bit. Before the "incident", the gruesome act of
violence related here, other incidents involving Skye took place now and then,
she always ended up as innocent and clueless. Our protagonist has pale
complexion, melting brown eyes, large breasts uncommon to an overall squalid
figure, hands fast enough to indulge on thievery, plus sharp protuberant knee
bones which could, very well, tear someone else's flesh open. Never bothering
much with outside environment, people, tasks or expectations, the girl learned
to engage on social activities through her copycat model. She was no different
than a sponge, what could be useful was absorbed, incorporated and perfected,
everything else, discarded. Sponge proved to be a dangerous predator.# 

Her looks also made her adaptation step by step easier. All thanks to her
immense breasts, because considering her face, apart from the uncanny
expressions that dreams left stamped, which few seen, there was nothing worthy
of attention. A face so blurred of everyday emotions that, when men gaze and
combine the beautiful body with a blank face, she comes across as a perfect
sexual object. Of course they didn't suspect she looked to then the same way,
worse, cause her way of seeing lacked pet fascination, stood under cold
control.

She wasn't a psychopath, only had a singular difficulty of grasping society's
rules, which, seemed artificial, made up precautions to reduce a much more
entertaining thing: violence. Not that everyone deserved violence, but it was a
flavour of ice cream on sale, nothing solemn at all, picking ice cream, a simple
matter of personal taste. Skye, only on her head on the beginning, defended
feminine solidarity, people who were alike should join forces on alliance, war,
war was always happening or building itself on silence, war was the way. Should
it be between the sexes? An unknown banned movie flashed on television to a
younger Skye, featuring hosts of wild amazons running, covering large fields on
relentless pace under the sun. Women so athletic, tall, proudly exposing
magnific bodies to their equals, the tribe, suddenly Skye realized the amazonian
pride's secret. It came from nature, not society. The same could be said about
their hatred, habits, celebrations, warrior tactics, sexual desire and,
ultimately, about Mother Goddess. To the eyes of a thin pale swedish girl,
amazons were different on many levels, but they shared one power: feminility.

Younger version Skye focus on screen as battle unfolds. Waves of steel, fury,
blood, human pieces cut free, unbearable pain, glorious screams, all mixed on
death's whole and invisible body. On the couch Skye feels her throat dry, could
it be a new kind of anxiety or a delicious long for... violence?

An absurd sized amazon stops right in front of an enemy man, camera zooms on his
erected penis almost trespassing pants, it seems even fear of death couldn't
refrain lust, a pathetic dick appeared on bad timing, the man feels instantly
ashamed. He looks down apparently unaware of the situation, she says on a fake
meek voice: "that's okay, we don't have to fight anymore", when the unsuspecting
man looks up she brutally kicks his left leg apart, making him fall with all his
body weight crushing his own testicles. Cryin' on a high pitch, the amazon lefts
him there, in fact crippled, after sayin': "believe me, you don't have a reason
to get up!". This is her special move called baby triturator. The demolished
warrior stays on the ground doing crazy stunts, howling in utter pain, holds to
his now sore sack, "ugwooooo, ugwoo, ugwoooooo" he moans feeling totally
defeated. Fortunately, a horse freed from an amazon tramples him do death less
than a minute later, which releases him from his agony. An amazon put the horse
on a straight line to the unlucky man on purpose, then the strong animal stomped
on what left of his nuts and skull, before escaping to distance.

On the moment Skye saw this scene, she realized she was, without knowing
herself, waiting the whole time for it. "I don't have to be sorry, people want
to see violent things happen, they just won't confess. Testicles as soft as
butter, how I loved that guy's reaction, on real life things w' happen exactly
that bad, or worse... Maybe he died erected still hahahahaha!" If a guy show me
the respect I demand, ok, he can keep his odd trio, two balls, one pecker, but
If he does not, I will break his toys, silly, silly toys. Seems there are many
ways to play!".

So said Skye a bunch of years ago on the verge of discovery, she would act on
her devious words time after time after time, through all life.

TO BE CONTINUED...






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