Page 3 of For Love & Torture

I’ve never felt like killing anyone in my life. But I could kill my father so damn easily now. I trusted that man. I will never be able to trust another soul in this world.

The anger that’s filling me is unbearable. I don’t think it will be leaving me, ever. I have to find some way to release at least some of it or I’ll do something insane. I feel the insanity clutching me already. There has got to be something that can ease it for me.

The jet takes off and I close my eyes, trying my hardest not to scream obscenities as we take my dead mother back home. I never saw this coming. I never thought this could happen to our happy family.

We were a happy family. Then Dad came along and ruined it. He ruined my mother and now he’s ruined me. I will never be happy again thanks to that horrible man.

My heart pounds, my body is hot, and I need a release of some kind. Surely there is something that will help me. Surely this will not take me over completely.

I wonder if there’s a place where I can take out my aggression on a willing participant. My skin comes alive as I picture myself with a whip, working out my emotions on a naked, faceless stranger. My cock gets hard as a rock as my imagination runs with the image, and all I want to do is fuck the shit out of some woman then walk away without her wanting more from me.

Now, where can I find that?