Stop being dull. I'm curious to see how depraved the lot of you are. Go on. Tell me your fantasies. Tell me the things you would like to do with flesh.
My victims, all female, all blonde, short hair. Slightly athletic build in their early twenties. All mildly attractive, in a tomboyish sort of way. Stalked and taken silently with no warning. Quietly. They wake up in a cold, empty room with a floor of damp wet concrete. The only things in the rooms are two chairs bolted to the floor. One of which they are zip tied to. Myself seated in the other. I engage them in idle conversation allowing the situation time to sink in. Soaking up the fear dripping from their every last word. After some time I remove the zip ties holding their feet to the chair and place another one connecting their feet at the ankles. Then I do the same with their hands behind their back. While she is still sitting in the chair I place a clear blastic bag over their head and secure it around the neck with another zip tie. Making sure to tighten it just enough to cut off air flow but not to choke. Then I slowly, but with deliberate force, push them out of the chair and to the floor, the wet, cold, concrete. I retake my seat as I watch them thrash for air. Like a wriggling fish out of water. Until they stop.
by MESSIAHMy victims, all female, all blonde, short hair. Slightly athletic build in their early twenties. All mildly attractive, in a tomboyish sort of way. Stalked and taken silently with no warning. Quietly. They wake up in a cold, empty room with a floor of damp wet concrete. The only things in the rooms are two chairs bolted to the floor. One of which they are zip tied to. Myself seated in the other. I engage them in idle conversation allowing the situation time to sink in. Soaking up the fear dripping from their every last word. After some time I remove the zip ties holding their feet to the chair and place another one connecting their feet at the ankles. Then I do the same with their hands behind their back. While she is still sitting in the chair I place a clear blastic bag over their head and secure it around the neck with another zip tie. Making sure to tighten it just enough to cut off air flow but not to choke. Then I slowly, but with deliberate force, push them out of the chair and to the floor, the wet, cold, concrete. I retake my seat as I watch them thrash for air. Like a wriggling fish out of water. Until they stop.
All this shows is that you have a negative feeling for man-kind. Likely the result of tragic circumstances as a child.
So you're broken. Get over it, and stop blaming all of humanity for an unlucky fate. You are human enough that you can use your consciousness and reason to look at your past objectively and observe and identify the effect it's had on your personality, and choose to audit yourself and your behavior, mainly your habbits, to remove those unreasonable effects.
Humans are actually good people. Hurting them is bad. 