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Of Snuff and the Mind

Another cursed day on this rock. Another day, another wasted opportunity. So many times had the love and intense interest in gore enter the mind of Lewis Canes, especially the concept of death. The idea of simply not existing in this universe was all the ecstasy. With this feeling came no depression, nor any sadness. Only an absolutely happy thought of wishing his sentience and consciousness goodbye.

He sat at his computer chair, as he did nearly every day. Once that special feeling came to him, he knew what he needed.

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He clicked on his favorite video. The viewing of death in the process always gave him a healthy, clean, happy feeling. People and life weren't special to Lewis. In fact, they were objects. These objects existed alongside his greater mind, at least to himself, and only served as a toy. Every uploader used an anonymous names for obvious reasons, but he had found his favorite user very fast. Lewis had been a fan for years.

A new video was up! Perfect for the occasion. Only 7 hours old!

Video Name: Torturewhore

Uploader: Banningk

The video clocked in at six minutes. This was more than likely enough time to sate his appetite. Already he could feel excitement overtaking his body. This was more than a daily occurrence to him. This was his entertainment.

The video opened with a girl, appearing to be asleep or otherwise completely still, strapped to a wooden table with handcuffs on her hands and feet, connected to the table legs. The table was a bit to small for her, but having her legs and arms dangle over the edges made it work perfectly. She had long blonde hair, and appeared to be very young, most likely around 18 years of age, maybe younger- all the better.

Two figures walked onto the screen, behind them more wood. Looked just like a wood cabin to him. One wore a cheap Halloween store mask resembling a werewolf. When he walked on the screen, red text obviously added in a sub-par editor flashed on the right of the scene. "Humble Lycanthropist."

He was holding an axe, which he was very carelessly dragging over the girl's green shirt, over her abdomen. The dragging was not even hard enough to cut her cloths, but it was close to it.

On the other side was the other figure. Holding only a hammer, a big black "1" appeared in the center of the screen when he came on. Semi-grayed hair, he looked the most experienced, and certainly the more built of the two. The production value wasn't exactly why Lewis was watching, anyways.

The uploader, Banningk, gave his signature on-screen-thumbs-up, which he did every video, before "1" lightly hit the girl on her forehead with the blunt side side the hammer. She shook her head side to side slowly, like she was waking up from a nap.

When she opened her eyes, she immediately began screaming. Whilst "Humble" kept toying around with his axe, "1" cracked her in the teeth with the hammer, before putting his hand over her mouth. His hand gradually became more red, proving he had hit his target.

From the side of the screen, the director, Banningk, put a piece of paper in front of the camera.

It's her lucky day! the paper read. Simply halting his grip on the paper, it gently floated away.

"Humble" drug his axe up from the bottom of her shirt, to the bottom of her ribcage. Revealing a large field of cuts, stitches, and burn marks on her abdomen, he raised his axe and cut across in one flow of the blade. Her thick, red liquid flew out from within her, and all over the floor to her left, towards "Humble". Her limbs flung around in pain, rattling the handcuffs keeping her still.

Lewis felt himself becoming more excited. The sight of the yellow fat inside of her, and her panicked screams of pain being muffled by "1's" hand was enough for him to remember for life. Call it a twisted fetish, call it a taboo, it was his obsession.

"1" turned his hammer upside down, and drove the sharper side deep into her forehead. After this, he removed his hand from her mouth. She stopped her screaming almost immediately, and the rattling of the cuffs came to a complete halt.

Lewis' excitement grew, and his heart rate began racing. This girl had died in front of him, and as she released her sentient life, he released his hatred, his stress, and his clogged mind. All he felt were relaxation, and clear thought.

His innocents was just an image, a faulty experience played on to fool others into giving him company. He stood up from his chair, and walked to his bathroom. There, he looked himself in the mirror, eye to eye. Staring into his own eyes, his hunger began to grow. His inner evils returned in full, and simple memories and ideas would no longer sate him.

Pulling a disposable flip phone from his pocket, he entered in a 10 digit number.

"B? Yeah, It's H. Tell 1 to get that girl to come over. Yes, the one we met last week at the bar. It's time again."

Immediately hanging up and breaking the flip phone in half, he opened the medicine cabinet his mirror was attached too. Pulling out a rubber wolf mask, he grabbed the digital camera that was beside it and ran for his door.