A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1

Hey all :) new here, thought I would post this. I wrote this for Nanwrimo 2013, and it's in very rough draft. In state of rewriting it and I thought I'd post chapter 1 here. Hope you guys enjoy. ---------------------------Prologue------------------------------ It’s strange to think now how it will all end, you know. If you went up to me five years ago and say, “Hey, Paul. In five years time you’ll be doing fife in prison for forty odd counts of murder”, I would have laughed and ignored you. Or hell, punch you in the face. I’m that kind of guy, if you look at it. Well, whoever who had the balls to say that to my face will be laughing their ass off right now. Not to mention the guy would be filthy rich from doing some kind of psychic shit. Here I am, in the highest security cell, staring into the four most boring corners of the abyss trying to figure out what I’m doing here. That’s a lie. I know exactly why I am here. I just love to kill. But that is enough about me. You’re all wondering probably how this happened, and more importantly, why. I guess that is the main draw for why any of you would want to buy this book I guess? To look into the mind of a true killer. I’ll start from the beginning. This is going to be a long ride. ……………………………….. December 20th, 2013: The beginnings. What an afternoon of doing fuck all. I had lost my job a few days ago you see, and I had to spend the day over at my parents. I had an apartment of my own my now due to the beautiful thing of flying ...

... the nest, but my younger brother Adam did not seem to want that luxury. He was too content staying at home, playing on his games. Oh yeah, my little brother is a HUGE gaming fanatic. Hell, I enjoy it too now and then. The odd gaming session of Grand Theft Auto 5, League of Legends, that kind of shit. I had to say, I admired my little brother for his dedication. He was still hell smart, even smarter than I was back in his age. I bid goodbye to my mother and walked the short road to my boy Greg’s house. It’s a pretty nice place, big and spacious for himself and his family. Adorable family in truth. His wife Marie is a knockout, I had to admit. The sun was shining brightly, which made a first; we had shit weather all week until now. It’s nice to have some sunlight in the day, especially since we barely get any sunlight at all, what with it being part of the fucking UK. I didn’t need to knock; we had a long standing arrangement of me just randomly waltzing into the place as though I owned it. Marie often joked on how I was her “second husband” since I was here that often. Fuck…...what I wouldn’t have gave to have those firm legs wrapped around me. But that would never happen. I love Greg, and would do anything to protect him and his family. “Hey man, it’s been a while.” Greg smiled broadly when he saw me. I loved his smile. We had been best friends now for twenty years, ever since we were in Year 9 like a spring chicken. Well built guy, but he in truth looked up to me. I wouldn’t ...