I Never Thought Youd Be The One To Catch My Eye But-

I never thought you’d be the one to catch my eye but-

I’ve always loved the chase, the chase

of course lgbt people like horror. what did you think lgbt stands for? lycanthropy gore blood terror

I am a mother now.

I can't believed I trusted you.

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She had a secret admirer. They left her love notes, each more detailed and artistic than the last. As their confidence grew so did their skill. Maybe she was being too vain in assuming these were for her, maybe she was looking too much into little details and seeing things that weren’t there. Her job required an eye for such detail however, and she prided herself on her ability to see things others glanced over. But little old Cassidy. Was she really worth all this? Someone seemed to think so. Her gloves made a snapping noise as she pulled them on, the black latex stark against her pale skin. The body before her was definitely her newest “gift”. The gruesome defacing of the corpse had become their modus operandi. The picture stuffed into one of the gaping wounds a signature. It was meant for her. A horrible momento, a gift. She carefully pulled the Polaroid from a gash in the victim’s side, inspecting it closely. It was a picture taken of the body from above- the photographers hand could be seen holding up a peace sign. A little childish if she said so herself. She handed the picture over to her coworker who packed it away to send to evidence later. 

Leaning over the body she took her time to examine each and every surface area of flesh and gore.

            Her coworker and mentor, Mike,  made his way back to her, changing his gloves and peering over her shoulder with a grimace.

            “He’s getting more creative, that’s for sure.” He drawled, using the back of his hand to scratch his salt and pepper mustache. She offered him a small noise of agreement, continuing to study the body while he got tools ready. He handed her her clipboard and pen and she got to work detailing every mark, bruise, and gash she could identify on the front side of the body. The victim was female, unlike the last one. She was younger too, with pretty blonde hair and a nice face that had been mostly untouched by the violence the rest of her endured. 

hold on i realized why i like mosh pits