I saw a thread just now asking if the poster was evil - & it got me thinking of some of the things I've done. The pain in it, the fun in it, the death in it - and then no longer any fun in it.
I'm not one of those people that need to play w/ dead things, their afraid of the living, lonely souls they are; no I need mine much alive or the terror and the torment losses all it's meaning. Limb bones break quite easy, easier then you'd think, it just takes a little tension and a hard point. Once the blood has been seen then the ends are limitless.
Did you know you can make candy outta blood.
It's not about the pain of course, it's about the pleasure - mine - things never ever mean to get so far along, but.....there are those times....
Evil - that thread got me to think; most people wouldn't know evil if it looked 'em right in the eyes and shoved a fish hook through their those eyes.
No one ever stops to think, they just keep asking why, why, why........we all die with out the answers.