>>86315207"The more beautiful and pure a thing is, the more satisfying it is to corrupt it."
My weakest attraction is to pure hatred. It's sabotaged my entire life. It starts simple -- you get their trust, get them to know you, you're that fun guy who knows how to cut loose and doesn't let the world's problems bring them down.
But then you give them a small tip off that you're not "happy". Whether it's true or not is irrelevant; you let them see it's all a facade, all the smiles and laughs are hiding a pain, a part of you is missing, and women -- stupid, ignorant women -- they try to mend that wound. They become closer to you, more tender, more sensitive.
They start telling you their darkest secrets while you tell them lies, but they believe what you say because -- well, why would YOU lie to THEM? You were never emotionally invested in them, but they become dependent on you. You have absolute control over them. You've groomed them into a pet.
It starts mildly. You kiss them. You fondle them. They ask you to stop while laughing, but you laugh with them, and keep going. It becomes touching, fingering, squeezing, and soon it's sex. They give themselves up to you, because they think that your use of their body is a way to make you feel happy. They don't know better. They're idiots.
You choke them a bit, make them gag, pull their hair. They think it's just kinky stuff. You bite them, fish hook them, pin them down, ravish them. They start to grow distant, sensing something is wrong, but you can't let them think it's you. "What's the matter?" you ask angrily, making them jump. "I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted to HELP me." And they say they do! Oh, it's amazing how they don't voice their concerns, because they're afraid of hurting you.
All while you keep hurting them.
Bruises. Teeth marks. Scars. You're a part of them forever. No matter where they go, you've tainted their body and soul forever. That's the pleasure from the pain.
I love being hated.
