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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Releasing of the Dark Side Eros Part 1 (FF, mc, rp, v, ws, snuff) by D-ring (ServerSurfer@hotmail.com) *** A guy goes for some hypno therapy and leaves a seriously sick sadistic killer. This story involves a particularly evil act in McDonalds. *** This is what could happen if I let go of my carefully nurtured real life persona. I'd like to say that I conisder most of the acts written about here as A) sick, B) illegal and immoral, C) anyone practicing what happens here should be castrated, and D) It's a damn good read to jack off to. Read on..... *** I was never a sick person, I was always self-controlled, all my friends thought I was boring. So for a practical joke they got a hypnotist to hypnotise me. I thought it was to help with losing weight, I'd put a few pounds on. The hypnotist put me under, but the instructions he gave me where set by my friends. The gist of it was that I would losen up and go out and find what ways to mkae my self happy. From the moment I was given those instructions life became hell, at first I didn't realise what was going on, but after a few months my restraint got less and less and my, errr... I guess you could call it darkside took over. I am writing now, everything that I went through, all the terrible, terrible things I did before I was caught. I must warn you, these that I have written down make me sick to the stomach, but I need to tell what happened to find forgivness and to understand.... I awoke from the deep hypnotic trance slowly, the hypnotist talked me out of my slumber. I looked around, the hypnotist, sorry she preferred to be called hypnotherapist was smiling. I remember I liked her smile, but somewhere deep inside, I heard wouldn't it be nice if sliced off that smile and kept it. This seriously freaked me out, because all my life I had thoughts like those, but this time thethought was louder. I left with smile and a thankyou not feeling any different, except I fancied a BigMac so I assumed hypnotism was just a con. How wrong could I have been. I got to McDonalds, it was one of those rare times of days when no one was in, except for a seventeen year old on the counter. "Hi," I smiled "Could I have a BigMac meal please." I asked, somewhere not so deep inside me wanted add, made from your sweet virgin flesh. I quickly suppressed that thought. The told me she was alone for five or ten minutes, so she would have to cook the burger herself, she hoped I wouldn't mind waiting. I went and sat down, while she went into the kitchen. Moments later I got up, went to the kitchen and slapped the girl. She was shaking with anger, "Who the HELL do you are mister?" she shouted angrily. The vioce inside me took over, "Eros bitch, now on your knees and suck my cock." She, for obvious reasons refused, I had no control of my self, I just punched her then while she was reeling from the puch put her on the hot grill and proceeded to fuck her tight pussy, (though I found out she wasn't a virgin). She screamed and struggled as the her back was burnt. I lifted her Mcdonalds top and played with her tits, while he fucked her. To her credit she hadn't passed out, but had gotten past the point of screaming, so I turned her over so that her tits got cooked, while I worked on her puckered virgin anus. She was screaming and struggling again, so I pushed her face onto the grill while a chewed some of the flesh off her back. Minutes later I was fucking a corpse, I shot my load and pulled out. I used a cloth to wipe up my shit covered dick and put it away. I grabbed a knife and cut her cooked tits of and made my self a bigmac. I then walked out, leaving a five pound note on the side. It was the BigMac I had ever had. Now the voice deep inside was not the disturbing voice, it was the voices of raason, control, and guilt, all of which Eros my new alter ego ignored blissfully happy. I went to work next morning, as me and not Eros, somehow I had suppressed the entire incident. My day went as normal, I filed forms, and made tea as normal, my friends quizzed me on how the therapy went, "I don't think it worked, I don't feel any different." Then that afternoon, two police cars pulled up outside, two police officers, two men in plain clothes. Immediately all pretenses of having forgotten left, and for the second time Eros was in control. He walked to the kitchenette our floor of the building shared, grabbed the strongest looking bread knife and went down stairs to meet the policemen. My manager Pete joined me in the lift. "We've got visitors" was all he said about the policemen. I got out of the lift, walked to reception, and immediately slit the throat of the nearest police man. It actually took two attempts. Forutnately his colleagues were too stunned to respond. I fell upon them with murderous rage, breaking bones, and stabbing everywhere I could. I got hit once, but when all was said and done, I stood surrounded by four very bloody dead bodies. "Oh! My god," screamed pete. He blubbered something about them being there because of a burgalry last week, then started screaming. The receptionist was also screaming, I hated screaming, it spoiled my feeling of hapiness. So I cut the vocal cords of my boss. He collapsed, at least I think I cut them, he stopped screaming. I considered raping the receptionist, but Jean was too old. Instead she got up and ran, but I deftly throw the knife, and the handle it the back of her head sending her sprawling. I had intended on being fancy, but her unconscious was just as good dead, because it meant I got a chance at breaking her neck. I waited for her to come round, she started screaming again, but after three attempts at twisting her neck, she stopped. I, Eros had learnt in one day, how much it takes to slit a throat, and break a neck, as well as the previous day where I'd learnt that BigMac's could be a lot better. __________ When I write I can feel him surface, but it still helps to write, the doctors tell me they might release me soon. I think it's too early, he's to strong but they need the room on the pysciatric ward. I'll write more tomorrow, maybe you can read it. END OF PART 1 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 19