Blackstone
A/N: WARNING!! THIS IS A VERY DARK STORY AND PURELY FICTIONAL. THIS IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES AND CONATAINS: HIGHLY EXPLICIT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE AND SENSITIVE SCENES! I WOULD LIKE TO APPOLOGISE IN ADVANCE IF THIS OFFENDS ANYONE IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM, IT IS PURELY FOR THE PURPOSE OF THE STORY. THROUGH THIS COMPITETION I HAVE DISCOVERED THAT THIS DARKER GENRRE IS SOMETHING I WOULD LIKE TO EXPLORE FURTHER AND I BELIEVE I CAN POTENTIONALY EXCEED IN. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK WNRS FOR BESTOWING US THIS OPPORTUNITY. I HOPE YOU ENJOY! MANY THANKS!
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Part one:
Human beings are such fascinating creatures, so inquisitive eternally pursuing the unknown. They are forever seeking infinite details in pitiful attempts at what they call manifesting liaisons. Thirsting to establish relationships and create harmony amongst everyone with an immense interest to know people. Perhaps some of you may wonder what would I ask you if given the opportunity? Well for me the answer is simple, why?
Why do you need know? Will the knowledge help you to sympathize with me? Will it help you understand why I am the way I am? Or will you be repulsed? I find it amusing that people always search for goodness in others, refusing to believe some just don't have any goodness within them. Wake up everybody, it's unfortunate that I must be the one inform you of the harsh reality that some people are bad, they're not nice people and evil possesses them. But I highly doubt many of you didn't know that all along.
Perhaps you believe knowing about me will aid you in your attempts at conjuring up excuses for my actions whether they be right or wrong? I'm sure soon people will begin to question my sanity. Once you know will you feel some greater need to fix me, help me or even cure me? Would you still continue your path of discovery if you knew the roads are rigid and broken? Would your curios gaze still wish to witness a tiny glimpse of the sinister tunnel, which I call my life. Once you see a shadow I won't be so generous to offer a way out. This is my identity, purpose and origin. My story. And I warn you now it is far from beautiful. For me the beginning and end are one: Blackstone.
Part two:
Anger consumes me as sit upon the throne of my Kingdom. I'm in dire need for a release; my member is throbbing achingly against the rough material of my slacks. I just need some rough brutal no-barred sex. As the headmaster of Forest Summers boarding school I have the whole world at my disposal, I can do as I please whenever I wish do so. Therefore I hope that you would understand my frustration when I am unsatisfied. For once I'm in no mood to play. I'm beginning to tire from this act that I follow day in day out pretending to be who I'm not. Hell whom am I kidding? I love the illusion, it makes the chase that much sweeter. Fucking delicious! I feed off the emotions of my prey, sometimes they're happy, flirtatious, nervous, or lustrous, and sometimes angry... but my personal favorite is when they're scared. Just thinking about the thrill that always overwhelms me when they fear me makes the throbbing increase to an unbearable limit. That's it I need to fuck right now! I abruptly turn to leave my office swiveling around quickly in my leather chair. Moving as fast as a cheetah on a kill, I knocked over several items on my desk. As I went to retrieve the items, my gaze focused on one particular item; a gold plated pen expertly engraved with a single name, Blackstone. My anger and frustration withers away as quickly as it occurred, instead leaving pride and joy in its wake. Blackstone created me and made me the man I am today. In 1885 100 peasant men set out on a journey to the Californian mines in search for an escape from their deprived livelihood. They were angry at the world and the people within it who did nothing to help them, their rage fuelled their determination to find their own salvation. They stumbled upon the unimaginable; they discovered an enchanting black gem. They were then blessed with an abundance of wealth and prosperity, which lasted throughout the ages. They later formed an alliance between themselves now known as the Blackstone Cult, named after the rare gem. I am a member of the Blackstone cult as were my forefathers. And now in 2013 the cult has over one million members with numbers increasing. We feed off terror, fear and pain and God we enjoy it so much it hurts!
