kitsumie

Almost to the point of drooling, she hung her mouth open, limp. Eyes slightly twitching, rolling to the back of her head. In a world of pure ecstasy, any touch feels like pure joy. The blade felt like nothing more than a mere safety pin. Even in this fantasy world, her face is disturbing the peace. A horrific monster, ruining her perfect dream. She decided she must get rid of it. There's pressure on her cheek, she traces the edges with the scalpel of her hideous face, feeling like she creating an artistic masterpiece. Her skin peels apart, the tissue of her cheek visible inside. She grabs the outlining wound on her forhead, tugs on the skin,