CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"Let me go..."
"No. Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"What...what I just said."
"No. You said no. But you can, you can let me go..."
"Good, so you did hear. I I I was worried...I stru...struggle to make words sometimes. It's because of my my my brain."
"I'm sorry about...your brain...please, just let me go. You haven't hurt me yet, I won't tell..."
"Of course you'll tell. THEY ALL TELL!"
"Oh God..."
"I don't believe in God, please don't mention him again."
"Oh God...oh shit..."
"That's better. By the way, I don't know why I just said that."
"About God?"
"No, that 'they all tell thing.' You're the first. There's been no one else...I'm not like this...like that. I was just trying to scare you, I think. I'm evil, I guess."
"You're not...you're just confused...you said something about your brain..."
"MY BRAIN, MY BRAIN, OH WHAT A MENTAL DRAIN."
"You need help...please, my boyfriend is..."
"YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A CUNT."
"Don't...just listen to me."
"How dare he have sex with you. Doesn't he KNOW the pathetic weirdo who lives across the road has been masturbating over you for the last four years? Ever since you turned sixteen, because I felt guilty about wanking over an underage girl? IT'S ME BY THE WAY. AND I'M BEING SARCASTIC. Of course you should have a boyfriend. You're normal. I'm not."
"I...please, just..."
"NORMAL BITCH. Haha. Sorry, I didn't mean that. I don't mean to be abusive it's just...it's so different, now that I have you here. I'm talking so much easier than I thought I would...and this doesn't feel unreal. It feels real! I thought it would feel unreal like everything does...but it's real, baby! I feel giddy. I need to lie down and masturbate, I think."
"You're sick."
"Now she gets it! I'm a RETARD! My brain don't work right, missy! I can't have normal relationships! Autism they call it...RETARDISM I call it! Do you have ANY idea what it's like to be me? Right on the cusp, THE CUSP of being human, but unable to feel what the rest of you do? With my slow, poorly formed mind...it feels like it needs lubricating! It's stiff, it gets stuck! I CAN'T FEEL! CAN'T LOVE! CAN'T HATE...I CAN HATE. JUST THE RUDIMENTARY EMOTIONS FOR OLD ME! None of the subtle stuff...DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?"
"It's not my fault. You could get help..."
"THERE IS NO HELP FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME, BITCH. I've been like this all my life! I can't just go back to being normal, there is no normal for me! I'm outside! Get it? OUTSIDE! There's humanity...then there's me. I'm not in it. I'll never be in it, anymore than you could be outside it. Bitch."
"Stop calling me that...you said you didn't want to hurt me..."
"Did I? I don't thik I did, ho. And no, I won't stop. Because, you see, slut, I thought I loved you. When I was wanking over your soft feminine body every day, I thought I loved you! But now, now that I have you handcuffed to a radiator at my feet, I realise how PATHETIC and human you are! Don't get me wrong, I'm even worse, I'm not claiming superiority here...but I wouldn't want to be human even if I could be. You are NOTHING. Your life could be snuffed out like that! And you aren't even that good looking! Your nose is disgusting...your lips...eww. What did I ever see in you? HAHAHAHA."
"Stop...please."
"I'm not going to kill you today. Today is the third day of the month and I HATE the number three. I won't kill you today."
"Thank you...now think of letting you go..."
"I won't kill you today. I will tomorrow. HAHAHAHA, THEN MYSELF? WHO KNOWS!"
"No. Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"What...what I just said."
"No. You said no. But you can, you can let me go..."
"Good, so you did hear. I I I was worried...I stru...struggle to make words sometimes. It's because of my my my brain."
"I'm sorry about...your brain...please, just let me go. You haven't hurt me yet, I won't tell..."
"Of course you'll tell. THEY ALL TELL!"
"Oh God..."
"I don't believe in God, please don't mention him again."
"Oh God...oh shit..."
"That's better. By the way, I don't know why I just said that."
"About God?"
"No, that 'they all tell thing.' You're the first. There's been no one else...I'm not like this...like that. I was just trying to scare you, I think. I'm evil, I guess."
"You're not...you're just confused...you said something about your brain..."
"MY BRAIN, MY BRAIN, OH WHAT A MENTAL DRAIN."
"You need help...please, my boyfriend is..."
"YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A CUNT."
"Don't...just listen to me."
"How dare he have sex with you. Doesn't he KNOW the pathetic weirdo who lives across the road has been masturbating over you for the last four years? Ever since you turned sixteen, because I felt guilty about wanking over an underage girl? IT'S ME BY THE WAY. AND I'M BEING SARCASTIC. Of course you should have a boyfriend. You're normal. I'm not."
"I...please, just..."
"NORMAL BITCH. Haha. Sorry, I didn't mean that. I don't mean to be abusive it's just...it's so different, now that I have you here. I'm talking so much easier than I thought I would...and this doesn't feel unreal. It feels real! I thought it would feel unreal like everything does...but it's real, baby! I feel giddy. I need to lie down and masturbate, I think."
"You're sick."
"Now she gets it! I'm a RETARD! My brain don't work right, missy! I can't have normal relationships! Autism they call it...RETARDISM I call it! Do you have ANY idea what it's like to be me? Right on the cusp, THE CUSP of being human, but unable to feel what the rest of you do? With my slow, poorly formed mind...it feels like it needs lubricating! It's stiff, it gets stuck! I CAN'T FEEL! CAN'T LOVE! CAN'T HATE...I CAN HATE. JUST THE RUDIMENTARY EMOTIONS FOR OLD ME! None of the subtle stuff...DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?"
"It's not my fault. You could get help..."
"THERE IS NO HELP FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME, BITCH. I've been like this all my life! I can't just go back to being normal, there is no normal for me! I'm outside! Get it? OUTSIDE! There's humanity...then there's me. I'm not in it. I'll never be in it, anymore than you could be outside it. Bitch."
"Stop calling me that...you said you didn't want to hurt me..."
"Did I? I don't thik I did, ho. And no, I won't stop. Because, you see, slut, I thought I loved you. When I was wanking over your soft feminine body every day, I thought I loved you! But now, now that I have you handcuffed to a radiator at my feet, I realise how PATHETIC and human you are! Don't get me wrong, I'm even worse, I'm not claiming superiority here...but I wouldn't want to be human even if I could be. You are NOTHING. Your life could be snuffed out like that! And you aren't even that good looking! Your nose is disgusting...your lips...eww. What did I ever see in you? HAHAHAHA."
"Stop...please."
"I'm not going to kill you today. Today is the third day of the month and I HATE the number three. I won't kill you today."
"Thank you...now think of letting you go..."
"I won't kill you today. I will tomorrow. HAHAHAHA, THEN MYSELF? WHO KNOWS!"
