The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Diary Of Insanity - Part 1

... coming down. And with that, came the realisation. The dawning reality of what I had done, and the magnitude of the consequences I faced. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. _________________ _________________ Friday 17th May 1991 12:54 am Yeah. More vodka was needed. And I tell myself I'm not an alcoholic. As I just passed the door to the basement I listened in. Still no sound. Not that I expected any. She'll be out for a few more hours. Anyway, after I had a little panic attack in the car, I started doing some serious thinking, while trying not to pull tufts of hair out at the same time. Morals told me to leave her by the road to be found in the morning and taken to hospital. That's as far as my morals stretch, I'm afraid. Logic told me to take her to the nearby stream and drown her. Cover all traces, the chances of her being found would be minimal. Lust told me to fuck her again. At several points in the internal battle fought inside my head, lust was winning. But eventually I came up with a fourth option. One that appealed to me on all of those levels. Take her to my house. I live in a large country house that I inherited from my parents when they died. The mortgage is entirely paid off, and it isn't expensive to live in. It doesn't matter that it's in the middle of nowhere, I work from home as a writer. But what's important is two things. One, I live alone and with very few visitors. And two, there is a large system of cellars under the house. Two things happened to the house. Whoever ...

... built it certainly loved wine, because they built extensive wine cellars under the main building. And then fifty years ago, a paranoid owner had the basement floor greatly expanded to make room for underground living quarters. These served as a sort of bomb shelter during World War II. They have since fallen into disrepair, and some of it is even inaccessible. There is a stair case leading down to a second floor of basement, but the door is bolted shut and I have no idea what's down there. Not too keen to find out either. My grandfather's stories made sure of that. Keep on topic, man. So anyway, I decided to bring her back here. It changes the crime from just 'rape' to 'rape and abduction' so that's bad. But I'm confident I can keep her hidden here. At least until the fun ends and I find a way to get rid of her. _________________ _________________ Friday 17th May 1991 4:05 am Just went and listened at the door to the basement. She's crying now. I think I'd better go down there, and see what's up. If she somehow overpowers me.... well, I deserve anything she does to me I guess. Alright, lets do this. _________________ _________________ Friday 17th May 1991 04:27 am Wow. Just got back up from the cellar. That was.. wow. I'm not sure words can describe how cool it is to have a girl tied up crying in your basement. Try it some day, is all I can say. When I first got down there and turned the lights on, I thought for a moment she had gotten free of her bonds. That gave me a nasty ...