Repression
You calm yourself, quickly get your pants back on, and head downstairs.
Your sister seems to have gone shopping for "body disposing" supplies. How thoughtful. She explains that Mom's body could be disposed of, and it sounds like sis has thought about killing the bitch herself, but was too weak to do it. Her weakness sickens you...
You grab the shovel and smash your sister in the face with it until you're pretty sure she's not moving anymore. You feel that orgasmic rush again. No panic at all this time. No fear. Just a release.
You've at last realized your repressed emotions have never really been repressed. You just don't have any, at least not in the traditional sense. You only feel rage and loathing for those who would try to control you and contempt and disgust for those weaker than you. You only feel happy when you kill. And you want to feel happy ALL the time...
You pack up as much of your things as you can and prepare to leave for the road tomorrow.
Tomorrow arrives and you feel unrelenting hate...
Your sister seems to have gone shopping for "body disposing" supplies. How thoughtful. She explains that Mom's body could be disposed of, and it sounds like sis has thought about killing the bitch herself, but was too weak to do it. Her weakness sickens you...
You grab the shovel and smash your sister in the face with it until you're pretty sure she's not moving anymore. You feel that orgasmic rush again. No panic at all this time. No fear. Just a release.
You've at last realized your repressed emotions have never really been repressed. You just don't have any, at least not in the traditional sense. You only feel rage and loathing for those who would try to control you and contempt and disgust for those weaker than you. You only feel happy when you kill. And you want to feel happy ALL the time...
You pack up as much of your things as you can and prepare to leave for the road tomorrow.
Tomorrow arrives and you feel unrelenting hate...
