Afflicted
Definition(of a problem or illness) causes pain or suffering to; affect or trouble.
Synonyms: Trouble, burden, distress, causes suffering to, harass, worry.
I've always afflicted.
I don't know when it started or why I'm like this.
I don't understand why I feel to need to afflict pain on to people.
I don't understand why I have to afflict pain on people.
I tried controlling my ... habits, but no matter how hard I try, at the end of the day I always end up finding my next victim.
I stood up from behind the bush I was currently using to hide myself. The darkness was enough to disguise myself in. The black clothes I'm wearing blended in perfectly. I examined my next victim. She appeared to be in her early twenties. She swayed side to side, most likely intoxicated. Her long blonde hair in soft curls. Her red dress showing a little much.
"Wanna have some fun tonight?" She talked into her phone, her squeaky voice hurting my ears.
"Let's make this quick." I muttered to myself, waiting for her to pass me before I followed behind her. She still slurred words, her drunken state making it difficult to understand her. Taking a few more steps, until I was directly behind her, I raised the crowbar above my head, bring it down on her head, it hit with a sickening crack weigh a sickening crack. I made sure not to hit hard enough that it could kill her. That might screw with the results or just made it less enjoyable. Now for the hard part, moving her. I placed my hands under her arms and dragged her off the trail, wouldn't want anybody to see her and interfere. I don't feel like dealing with dragging two people tonight, too much of a bother. I pulled from the bag and placed the crowbar into in, making sure to grab the rope off of it before I put it back in its place on my back. Grabbing the box-cutter from my pocket I cut the rope in half, making a mental note to get more. I tried it around her feet and hands, preventing her from escaping if she awakes.
"Why are you so heavy?" I asked her limp body. "You look like you puke up your meals." I tilted my head to the side, frowning. "That's not very healthy. At least I'm saving you the trouble of doctor visits later on." I smiled proudly. "I'm changing for the better already! I looked around to make sure my only neighbor is not out before I dragged the girl to my back door. Opening the hatch to my basement, dragging her down, careful to look where I'm dragging her to make clean up easy. Those pesky pigs, always shopping around.
My eyes snapped open when I heard moaning in front of me.
"About time!" I yawned, standing up and stretching. I sat my arms back own next to me as I examined the girl. She was suspended in the air, her limbs stretched out and tied to the corners of the bed. I admired my work. Amazing what you can use a bed for. All I had to do was cut out the middle of the bed frame. Now I can easily change them so that they're against the wall. No more tables! This is my fist time trying this out. Also, make easy clean up if I tie a tarp underneath new way of doing things, what fun!
I looked at the girl, clearly frightened as she tried to yank her arms out of the ropes..
"No need to be scared!" I frowned, tapping on her head with one of my fingers. As she continued to trying to talk. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I pulled the tape off of her mouth and removed the rage. I found out the hard what that just duct tape by itself is not efficient.
"W-ho a-are you?" She stuttered.
"That's not important." I tapped her nose and she flinched away. I reached my hand out, grabbing her head. "I don't understand why you're afraid of me, I haven't done anything yet." I tilted my head to the side, observing her.
"Bich." She spat at me, her eyes narrowing.
"Now, Now." I brought my hand to her mouth, shoving the rage back in and covering it back up. "I like you much better when you're unable to speak and use that foul language."Why must people speak like that?" I wondered aloud, knowing that I'm not going to get an answer.
I walked over to my tray, examining the thing I can possibly use. Should I make her last a night or a week? I can also see how much damage I can do before she passes out from pain or blood loss.
I covered my mouth and nose, then put on thick gloves, never know what diseases this whore has. I selected a small dull blade, my favorite. The blade hurts more, pulls at the skin instead of a clean cut. Also, it hurts without causing any serious damage. I listened to the muffled screams, like music to my ears. I can't wait to be able to by a secluded house so I can remove the gag and listen to the real beauty that I have to hide.
I once again remember why I afflict pain on people and why I can't- why I won't stop.
It's just to much ... fun.
