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The Batlord · 07-26-2016, 05:29 PM

Was just reading some non-photo responses in that Reddit I posted (cause **** that photo ****) and this was a pretty epic answer to one outsider's question as to why the regulars liked pics of dead chicks, as if they were going to get anything to make it not ****ed up.

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I knew I was a sadist/necrophile since I was 12 years old. I watched a WW2 film in history class, a young Jewish boy was running through Berlin and the streets were littered with corpses, I envied him. At that moment something clicked in my pubescent mind, an unopened world of possibilities which had never occurred to me. The thought of ****ing a murdered woman in the street appealed to me more than ****ing her in the bedroom alive. As my sexuality matured, I realised I had a fondness for sadism. I stole my brother's ID and purchased a load of 18+ films which had torture and sexual violence in them. Some of my favourites were 'Wolf Creek', 'Hostel 2' (I wanked so much to the woman being cut open with the scythe), and 'The Hills Have Eyes'.

When I discovered the internet, I eventually progressed to real rape/torture videos. I was surprised at how much of the stimulation was due to the audio, it makes it so much more real. Actresses just can't seem to emulate the fear in their voice.

Don't get me wrong, I do get aroused by living women, but that's only because of their potential to be tortured and defiled. Nothing makes me *** harder than fantasising about staring into the lifeless eyes/eye sockets of a woman who I had just tortured to death.

The process of dying appeals to my sadistic nature, empathising with the victim while they die, imagining what they are experiencing. The desperation, the panic, the pain, knowing that they will never see their loved ones again, & that their future isn't what it used to be. Inflicting mental anguish can be more arousing than inflicting physical pain.

Then there is the corpse; the aftermath of the torture. The lack of intimacy is hugely appealing to me. Staring into her lifeless eyes and having no one stare back. And to use her body as a *** dumpster, I get to intrude & inspect every part of her body without her resisting. Rub my bellend on her cold dead lips, *** all over her face and lick it all off. It makes my dick throb just thinking about it.

The ones who treasure life the most are the ones who squirm and try to survive. They try to reason with you, to make you change your mind. They can't understand how someone could be so evil, so they make noise. They use their words in an attempt to remind you of your humanity.

That's exactly what turns me on.

Beg, bitch.

Beg.

Charming.