Pain is Pleasure...but only if it's someone elses' pain
I was a sadist as a child, carried on in the same vein as I grew into a violent youth, then joined the army where I hoped they would let me travel the world, meet interesting people....and Kill them!!

As the oldest brother it was my pleasure, nay, my duty, to torture my siblings. Dad was always working away, mum worked all the hours God sent to meet the bills while I was left to look after the kids. YumYum. Let's play.... It's amazing what you can persuade gullible kids to do in the name of 'having fun'. Look, Joe, I've built a nest of tyres, why not climb inside and hide? Then drop a car wheel down the hole and crack his stupid head!! Har Har!!

Or Chris, why not pretend to be a wild horse, gallup around the garden making weird 'neighing' noises, then I'll lassoo you with this clothes line, strangle you into submission, then heat up the pliers so I can brand you? Stop screaming, you pussy!

Or Yvonne, why not disobey my orders, run like fuck and hide in the house, then make faces at me through the door glass so I can punch straight through it and knock you out? (Cue badly bleeding arm, crumpled knuckles and wild stories about 'burglers' but it was worth it to knock that stupid grin off your face, bitch!!)

And Julie....Ah, Julie. Mental cruelty was my thing with Julie, I used to set fire to her dolls, call her names, promise to kill her pets and then drag her round the garden by her feet, ensuring any nettles or puddles got extra attention. Then tease her unmercifully about being a 'wet-arsed-little-pissy-pants'. It was a wasted day when I failed to reduce Julie to a crying mess. Such fun.

A magical childhood. Best years of my life.

(Can you hear me, mother?)

How I got away with it I'll never know.

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(Conundrum, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 19:22, Reply)