[ You are born to kill, you are born to fall this world into chaos, you are born to bathe this world in blood.] This was the first thing I hear in my mind when I come into this strange worlds. This world was full of strange things that I never heard before not see.
I was originally from earth where I only get pleasure from only one thing and that was killing and gore. When I was free from my sleep and daily routine, I only have one surge and that was to kill. Kill without mercy. Kill everyone who come in my sight.
I even joined some dark webs website to be free from this world rule and regulations when I was only 7 years of old. I kill an lady of forties but before killing I take my sweet time torturing her. I give her toxins of most lethal one that I can found in my neighbour. After forcefully injecting it into her body, I let her scream on top of her lungs. She panted highly, but just she was about to die I always gave her anitdotes to her.
I repeated this for one week before deciding to go into my next torture. You wonder where my mother and father will be. It was just that I use chloroform to make them unconscious in sleep before toying with my toy. My second torture was simple. I heated the iron from electricity and pressed it against her skin tightly. After I forcefully fainted my soul called parents, I ungagged the clothes I put in her mouth to hear her sweet moans.
She scream every time I tightly press iron against her skin. She even plead me to kill her. But how, how could I let go of my precious toy. You want to know what enmity she have with me, right? The answer is simple nothing. Yes nothing. I remember she was a shopkeeper. I even visited her quite a few times where she give me chocolates for free. But there was three reason she still get this treatment.
First one was she was unlucky that she was neither of my parents. If she would be one then may be I don't touch her but alas everyone was not lucky as my parents.
Second, she was a woman. I saw women as nothing more than dust to feet of powerful man. You give them money ,they will stripped for you. You give them jewellery,they will become your concubine. You give them slightest bit of protection, they will completely started to trust you. Such is a dumb animal woman are.
Third, her moans, her pleads , her broken soul, her lifeless eyes , all give such a satisfying feeling. Her moans and pleads works as perfect melodies to ear. They are so sweet to hear. Not only her but all women.
After she died probably surviving two or more tortures. At that I started to loss to an almighty feeling of killing and slaughtering. As usual I drugged my parents to unconscious. I hurriedly go downstairs. There was only one thing running in my mind. Kill. Kill. Kill.
I saw them still unconscious. I want to kill them so badly. So badly that I stabbed my hand with knife in my hand. I don't know why but my body works as a super instant regeneration animal. I even cut my neck cleanly from head to see vastness of this ability of mine. Strangly after few seconds a new head started to emerge with my my body while older one wither away.
There was one more thing that was strange. When for first time I severed my head from neck , it took three days to regenerate it. Then again I severed it, this time it took 2 days 23 hours 59 minutes exactly. From that I understand that the more I severed my body parts the more faster it will regenerate.
In hurry, I left their room because I think if I stayed even one more second there I will kill them both with my beautiful hands. It was not because I love them or care about them but because they were my parents. As already I make myself clear not everyone was lucky to be my parents.
From that day, onwards I don't bring any more man or woman to torture because I think the next time my toy die I wouldn't be able to stop my urge to go on massacre. To go and kill my parents. But whenever I think about killing my parents, I feel enthusiastic and excited. I only craved for the emotion I will receive from killing my own parents.
After that day onwards as I tell, I stopped bringing any other toy. As for the shopkeeper I torture before, I ate her half, from breasts to her ass. She was quiet delicious. As for other body parts , I give them to my lab rats.
My lab rates includes many animals. Like dogs, cats, beef, lions and tigers and many more. After that case with shopkeeper, i decided to live on outskirts of city. There was a very big forest at outskirts. I always venture into forest to fights some deadly fights but they were not that much deadly as my super instant regeneration always activate when I got wound.
As I don't know about this ability, i simply started to call it forbidden bloodline. After that I bring back my souvenirs. At my house there were only one thing constant and that was overwhelming killing.
My whole walls were mixed with blood of every animal in existence. The urge to kill and to see everything in chaos runs so deep in my blood that sometimes I even started laughing crazily that I even not remember about my pleasure anymore.
Whenever I found new toys, I feel myself in pleasure from there cries, there desperate howls, the fear in their eyes that at any instant I would explode their brains. And would gush out there intestine and squeeze their pancreas.
At one day when I was in pleasure as usual my mother come to my doorstep....