A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1

... name was, don’t know him that well), to film her demise, while I switched places with Ivone. I finished choking the boyfriend (never knew his name in the end. None of their names meant anything to me. I was getting paid this time, why the fuck would I want to know their names?) His body went limp, the bag wrapped tightly around his nose. It was drenched with blood when it was done, his neck blue where I had finished the job, strangling the guy. Guy was a bit of a kindness, his dick was tiny. His poor testicles were bruised and swollen where Ivone had squeezed them, that explained the pig squealing! By this point I was pretty wiped out, so I told Geoff I was done for the day and left them to it. When I was getting changed, last I saw was Ivone pouring petrol over the family members, chanting that he was going to “light their fire.” He was always a bit of a depraved fuck, but it’s why I keep him around. It was an insanely long night. I needed to sleep, but overall I was pretty pleased with how it went. The night was cool when left the warehouse; I had to shower first, just to wash the blood and filth off me. It was quite enthralling, I had to say. It was pretty exhausting, but intense, not like the ...

... last one we made...that one was just of a couple of hobos we picked up, lured with the promise of a hot meal….dumb shits. I got so bored during that I even left halfway through. Got a phone call from Geoff at 1pm, he said the contact loved the film! The money went into our accounts and we’d meet up to split it. Fifteen thousand pounds for an hour’s work. not going to complain. At this point my stomach began to hurt. Damn that fucking burger! I had to sprint into a urinal to hurl up, it was horrible. No wonder, the meat was raw. There was the raw chunks of horsemeat on the ground when it was finished...I felt like crap. Had to go home and crash. Phoned my parents, let them know how I was, they worry about me a bit too much. I couldn’t tidy the room tonight…..actually I’m going to go and sleep. Phoned Tara and told the bitch to come around first thing tomorrow morning instead of tonight, I just couldn’t perform. She was soothing, told me she’d come around soon as. Understanding girl…. It’s Christmas Eve, could do with some fun. Still, Fifteen Thousand pounds…..That’s my holiday sorted. All I need to do now, is decide where to go. Maybe I should go back to Amsterdam. Tara did mention she wanted to go.