morally good

chapter 1, beginning

I'm a 23-year-old male.

My entire life, I felt trapped, and even now, after landing my ideal career, moving to the United States, and living the good old American dream, I still feel completely out of it.

I have a cyber security division and have worked in the IT sector since I can remember.

My hobby has always been programming.

It was easy. It's IS easy.

I've always found it fascinating how quick, intelligent, and obedient our friends are.

How come they are incapable of independent thought or action, and yet we are still somehow dependent upon them.

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"Ivan, Ivan!"

Right at my ears, I can hear an annoying voice screaming.

"THAT'S ABSURD! YOU LACKING IN YOUR OWN COMPANY?"

Oh, f--. Here we go once more.

"I apologize for my actions." I said,

She retorted, "Get off your professional high horse, you pompous bastard; we still have business to do. I need you to fill up the contracts I've included."

I responded, "Yes, Madame Ellie."

"Still the same nice old polite Ivan, have fun with the task."

I overheard her chuckling.

I nod before starting work.

She left and shut the door.

Shit, shit, shit.

It's funny how she caught me completely out of it when I was talking to no one else again.

It's funny, is not it?

I did it once more...

I have so much work to do even if I'm an co-owner.

I entered the names of every company, together with their licenses and contracts, as I reasoned that this wasn't too bad.

About an hour and a half after finishing up, I came out of my office to find coworkers chatting. Their laughter, dialogue, and feelings.

I honestly can't help but think how great it must be for those individuals to be that way, so "normal."

I despise the fact that I'm so different, but at the same time,

I'm okay the way I am;
Perhaps I'm just not worthy to fit in.

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I was happy to arrive home after a demanding day at work.

One of my favourite foods is chicken breast, which I prepared for myself to eat.

I could hear heavy thumping coming from downstairs as I was eating.

"I am unable to eat in peace." I say to myself.

I slowly made my way downstairs and noticed a man who had endured numerous tortures, who was now in silent agony.

I laugh, saying, "Oh my goodness, I totally forgot about you, but don't worry, I have a treat in store for you."

I have a thin, fur-covered facemask that I wear exclusively. Eyes appear completely white and vacant. It resembles a bunny in appearance.

I look at the mask while wearing my costume and can't help but smile.

It's time to shine now that I have it on.

I then started streaming with the camera.

After a short while of waiting, I observed as individuals kept joining until there were 100 views.

It made me really pleased.

"What should I do about this man, dear friends?"

I read the comments, which discussed the most dreadful methods to make this man even more wretched.

I look at the man, then
I turn to face the camera.

"Well, sweethearts, the man is only a single punch away from death. Why don't we choose something more light?"

Without waiting, I made sure the man was securely fastened to a chair, then I sat down on his lap and began breaking off each of his fingers one by one. He was screaming at the top of his lungs and desperately attempting to get away. For that, I wished to sever his tongue.

"1... *Crack* "9 to go, by, can you keep up?"

"2..." *Crack*  "8 to go, little bunny."

His pleading for forgiveness felt as if a woman was moaning beneath me.
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"8..." **Crack**

The room fell silent entirely.

No sound, huh?

"Hellos, little bunny. Have you died yet?"

No response either.

When I went to feel his pulse, there was none.
He had indeed died.

"What a shame."

As I stopped the stream, I uttered those words.

He was among the strongest person I have had here, aw man, such a loss..

26 years old, 6'3," and in great shape too.

What a tragedy for this man; he would have had a beautiful life if he hadn't sexually assaulted a number of young children and women, but what do you know? 

He was already living a very happy life when, oh no!, I took it away from him. 

a simple removal.

I just couldn't help but giggle to myself when I was thinking that.

What is wrong with me.

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I get into bed and look at the time; it is 10:00.

As I lay down, a sense of utter loneliness-being in a dark room by myself-overtakes me.

I grab a pillow and begin fiercely hugging it.

I hear a call sound as I'm talking to myself.

I verify who it is from and it is... Ellie?
I answered the phone and wonder what she wants right now.

"Ivan, hello! You available tonight?"

"Yeah... I'm free tonight," I said.

"Well, my brother and I are looking for someone to hang out with. Mind joining us?" She replied.

"Your brother?", I asked.
Oh no.

She stated: "Yep! You heard me correctly!"

Although her brother is a bit strange, I still agreed.

She gave me the address for the place I needed to go and appeared really pleased.

"That's all, Ivan. You ought to stop by!
and dress well; now, take care. We will be waiting."
She said that happily before ending the call.

Tonight should be fascinating, I think to myself.

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Note: I'm writing those out of boredom, so I apologize if the story is bad, confusing, or contains too many time jumps. I'll make an effort to rectify it in next chapters. ☠️
For the following chapter, I have something pretty interesting (but probably not) coming!