Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5034925-20140409181725

As the title of this post states, this second part is not safe for work. The reason being is because I view NSFW pasta to be scarier and creepier. Their kind of like the aristocrats joke accept as a horror story. If you do read this second part please give feedback, I do appreciate it. You guys gave me a ton of ideas for the last part and I took them and ran with them. Thank you!

To Anyone that Cares,

Some of you were asking about why I’m obsessed with killing. I have no idea! The closest thing I can provide is where it all started. Doing my youth I was never really a sociable child (I am now as an adult). I was bullied by my peers. This wasn’t the trigger for my sudden urge to torture animals and humans.

My mother and father were never the type of parents that were too strict. I remember them being very loving. Father worked as a family doctor and there was never anything weird between him and I. Mother was a stern business woman that would find time to read bedtime stories. With everything pointing toward me becoming a stable adult, you would think I would be normal?

I believe that the one thing that made me feel this way was my sister. Sweet big sis, she was a girl after every boy’s heart. Even my own! I can’t lie and say that I didn’t stay up late with my hand around cock, thinking of her. Imagining every flick of her tongue, her soft curves pressed against mine while I would thrust inside her. When I fuck my wife, I like to imagine her as sis.

My big sis, though, is no longer with us. You see, her and her boyfriend got into a car accident. The brakes malfunctioned in his car while they were on a date. According to news reports at the time, there was a fifteen car pileup. Three people were instantly killed and four were in critical condition. One of these people was my sister’s boyfriend, who had to have both legs amputated. Sad considering he was once a runner with a full scholarship ride. J My poor sister, though, was not so lucky.

I remember watching my dad throwing up when seeing her body, my mom cried for days. I know that sis’s head had been decapitated and she was disemboweled. Beyond that I don’t know. I was not allowed to see her, I was too young. The only reason I know about the decapitation and disembowelment is because people talk. They even talk when they don’t think nine year olds are listening. That is how I learned to work on cars by listening to dad. Despite being a doctor, the man was handy with a wrench.

Signed,

Someone Who Listens

P. S.

Sometimes I picture my wife with no head while she is riding me.  