That Online Incel

The sun shines through the window. I close my eyes and feel the warmth on my face. It feels magnificent. I let the rays penetrate my soul and I am at this moment the Zen master. Nothing will ruin this instant for me. All chakras are in perfect alignment, all is centered, and I am the focal point of my own universe.

She screams… maybe I should have sewn her mouth shut first.

I am pulled from my relaxation and back into the hell I love so much. I was at Zen, I’d given in to nature and accepted the fact that I am but a morsel within the cosmos… not now. Now I am
God almighty and I control this domain of death. It is nothing short of awesome.

There is a little whore laid out before me; a smorgasbord of tender flesh and wondrous organs to explore. This pathetic tramp was just hours ago slinging pussy to buy crack rocks. The cunt had a stem in her purse, which was still hot. Now the naked and busted bitch was tied down tight with an expensive leather bondage set I purchased online. It is amazing the things the internet provides for you.

I once bought a book on cannibal cuisines.

I once bought a shrunken head, authentic.

I have heard it all so many times it makes me sick.

Please mister, let me go and I promise not to go to the police.

I swear, people these days have no pride or dignity. Granted, I’ve never been at knifes edge on the verge of losing my very existence, however, I wish to believe I wouldn’t be as pathetic. The fact is, they are going to die regardless, and they know this. This little whore hasn’t begged much yet, but she did give me the sob story about kids at home. News flash for you sweetheart, your kids are better off in foster care.

I run my hand down the right side of her face. She’s crying. My skin soaks up some tears. I feel her pain, her agony enter my flesh and run throughout my blood like heroin. I feel my legs get wobbly as I close my eyes. When I do this I’m at peace, I feel all is in control. Order has been restored and soon all will be synched with perfection. I have solved all problems within my life and the world has been fixed.

With my other hand, I bring the hammer down hard. It’s not really a hammer, more of a rubber mallet. The impact on her jaw is quite severe, nonetheless. I feel the mental foramen turn into bone rubble as the coronoid process of mandible breaks off the zygomatic arch on the left side. Three incisors, a canine, and a bicuspid tear from the gum and shoot like a bullet down the back of her throat. She gags and gargles as the shards of teeth rip gashes. She vomits and spits out the teeth as she saves herself from choking to death.

Stupid bitch, you could have gotten out of this easily.

I once bought a chemical called 5-methoxy-dimethyltryptamine online.

I once bought a series of medical books online.

She is trying to ask me why I’m doing this. When I was younger, explanations really got me hot. That was nearly three decades ago now and how I have I matured, thus I ignore her. Now don’t get me wrong, I still see the artistic integrity within the mind fuck and can appreciate the impact of psychological torture; but it just doesn’t get my dick hard anymore. I am a physical kind of guy now. I love to get my hands filthy.

I walk away to my record player. I always liked vinyl. This new age of digital music, it lacks greatly. When I drop the needles upon the record, I feel bliss throughout my body as every sense is awakened by the classical work Orpheus in the Underworld. This wonderful work was written by none other than Offenbach. I hear the string instruments, the brass, and the screams of my victim, and one word comes to mind… grandeur.

I once bought a embalming kit online.

I once bought a dildo with a knife attached to the end online.

I turn with a diabolic grin upon my face. She sees this and I see panic run throughout her body as she pisses all over my table. She’s terrified, she knows that I’m truly getting off to this. And now the song is picking up its pace and I feel the energy throughout my own body. My mind is flooded with images of Roman gladiator battles, burned corpses in the trenches of World War 1 and the bloated bodies floating around in the flooded streets of New Orleans after Katrina. I reach down and grip hold of her lower jaw, my thumb tucked within her mouth and my other fingers now pressed hard against the mental protuberance. It takes very little effort as I yank it free from her face.

Her tongue flaps around like a fat slug, and her eyes begin to roll around like a slot machine. She unleashed a grotesque sound of gurgles and distorted screams. Denying her a second to react further, I took the jaw and began to beat her with it. Each strike made fresh gashes into her skin. After a few jaw whippings the little bones crumbled to nothing and now my raw meat mitts were pounding away at her face.

I once bought a book on Jeffery Dahmer online.

I once bought a snuff video online.

Her right supraorbital process cracked along with the ethmoid bone. This caused her eye to float a little within the socket. I jammed my index finger over the top of the eye, thrusting it down into the jelly of the retina, tearing through the choroid, and felt for the optic nerve. Once I felt a good grasp on it, I tugged, tearing her eye free.

She went into convulsions as her tongue flopped wildly in her mouth. This was it. This was the end. She had enough and her body was going into shock. My god, it is so beautiful.

I once bought a knife set online.

I once bought a hooker online… and now she’s on my table and dying.

I fucking love the internet. That’s why I do this, that’s why the camera in the corner is connected to a live feed. Somewhere in Japan, a man in a business suit is jacking his cock and watching me destroy this fucking broad. I am someone’s internet purchase.

As she dies I imagine my bank account increasing by six figures. When she goes silent, I slowly walk over to the camera and shut it off.

My work day is complete.

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