A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1

... with filth this time of year. He wanted violent and fucked up things to happen to them, which again, fine with me. We’re pretty used to it by now. We’re professionals in that we know the score. “So...he wants a real father and daughter snuff scene?” I smiled as I read the buyers demands. I don’t mind doing that. It was Greg’s idea to start charging for personal requests, just over two years ago. I was really impressed with his acumen, but It’s Greg after all. I’m not really surprised, but we went along with it. It’s an amazing thing, how much people are willing to pay to satisfy their own perverted desires, but it’s good money and we were able to keep up with the supply and demand. “Yeah. Ivone was shaking with happiness when I told him. You know what hes like.” Ah yes. Ivone. Ivone was the other piece in our little trinity. BIG ukrainian guy, massive beast of a man. Bit of a creepy guy in truth, but he’s a good laugh, and surprisingly helpful to the family. My mother was originally a bit….should I say….apprehensive, when I first introduced the big twat to my family? But he soon had her relaxed and laughing with his charm, and he has helped out my poor fat dad with his work. He’s pretty helpful to be honest. Completely messed in the head though. I wouldn’t mess with him, ever. “Well, I’m going to head back to mine and get a shower, get changed. It’s same place isn’t it? Your warehouse?” “Yeah, you know the drill. Seven in the evening good for you?” Greg replied. I nodded and ...

... picked up my bag. “I’ll see you there soon my man. Oh...and Ivone already has the victims locked up tight.” I was giddy with excitement. In three or so hours, we would be £15,000 richer for the work of killing a few little faggots. I wondered what it’d be like fucking this girl. Greg mentioned Ivone already had the targets at the film set, so I decided to just go with it. I dressed and grabbed a burger from some nigga’s van this morning, it tasted rank. Stupid fucker, it wasn’t even cooked!. He just stood there blinking at me with those fucking slant eyes of his when I asked for my order, then began spouting some shit in that vile swill of his when I started complaining about how terrible it tasted. If I wasn’t in so much of a hurry I would have driven my fist down his throat, but I had to leave without punching the twat in the face. I was in a pissed off mood by the time I got into my car, and I ended up throwing the burger away. There goes £5 already, what a fucking rip off We got down to business pretty quick, dressed in our robes and masks as requested. The stars this time were some legal girl, her dad and some guy who could only be the whores boyfriend. He was crying and screaming like a girl the whole time. It really pissed me off so I hit him across the head with my fist to get him to shut up, but he kept crying. The dad was pretty boring, he just sat there catatonic. I’m pretty sure he was high on drugs otherwise he would be screaming and moaning like the other two. ...