Dimming of the Light

Prologue

Some people say it's a traumatising childhood resulting in deep, psychological issues

Some say its an unavoidable character trait from chemical imbalances which you are born with 

I don't really give a fuck

The reasoning of it never mattered too me. What matters is the emotion, the feeling, the moment where everything unfolds, like a flower except so much more viscous. 

I like to hurt people.

I enjoy it 

You can tell the exact moment someone has given up. It's in their screams, strangling to nothing which corrodes their throats. Their eyes, which fail to transpire a single tear from a worn duct. Its their thighs which unclench and turn to their original, peaceful flesh. Sometimes, in the special ones, the ones who give a little more fight, I can feel their own cells stop flowing in their own torn bodies. It gave me something no orgasm or pleasure could attempt to replace. 

But I swear, if anyone hurts my Sammy, I will personally deliver Satan's bitch too agonize them