Sissitrix

The first kill was to remove pure evil from streets. Then, I didn’t need the same big excuse to do it again, hunting sinners was good enough.

The body’s natural response to damage is a mix of survival instinct and learned tolerance, and when that tolerance grows, something shifts.

At first, they flinch. Then, they fight. Eventually, they learn. Pain is not just a threshold to endure, it is a survival experience. You learn it in the trenches.

The body learns quicker when entrapped. When they can’t escape, when exhausted, after a last shred of fight, they let it go. Then comes pleasure.

That’s an exquisite paradox. Pain is both order and destruction. The body learns from chaos, reshapes itself into something more resilient.

I’m not a serial killer. See me more as a war surgeon or a dedicated nurse. They were asking for it, and I was eager to explore the meta-sex.

Running a good business is about taking the time to do it good. A bullet in the head is not a good way to kill. But a dildo is a good weapon.

The cleaning services were also running a lucrative side job called “fuck trucks,” mainly in the old port and the red-light quarter.

“I’m fucking out of control. I’ve wanked no one off for a couple of days and miss it desperately. It’s not only about the money. Wanking people off is my kink. I’d fucking do you right now for free.”