#t;construct

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✗ - Physical Scars

He doesn't have any, other than the ones on his wrists, which have already been explained.

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✧ - Emotional/Mental Scar

Due to his past, several mental scars - that have been deemed as "Mental Disorders" have been carved into his being; the biggest one being SPD, or Sadistic Personality Disorder.

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✗ - Physical Scars

The only physical scars he has are along his wrists and forearms; made by blades. He tends to cut himself when he's high on drugs more potent than weed.

✧✧ - Mental/Emotional Scars

Two scars that he lives with are the emotional meltdown started with the murder of his father, followed by the scar of isolation, created during the one to three month time period after his father's death.

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1-30.

1: When did you lose your virginity?

17.

2: Rough sex or soft sex?

It's usually pretty rough.

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

I'm sadistic, if that gives you a hint.

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

...Ferris wheel.

5: Favourite sex position?

Standing doggy.

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

100% Dominant.

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

Several.

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

Either's fine.

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Yes.

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Yes.

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Black silk on myself and men; something lacy that contrasts against skin tone on women.

12: How often do you have sex?

Not often enough, in my opinion.

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

I can name a few, yes.

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

I actually prefer to give; I have a bit of an oral fixation.

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

She asked me to piss in her mouth; both embarrassing and a little disturbing, so no.

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

Closer - NIN

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

Fuck Song - Urban Mystic

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

I'm into them dressing up, yes. If suits count, I'm into that.

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

Shower.

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

Mila Kunis.

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

I have.

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

I do.

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

If a "I'm coming over" counts, then yes.

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

No.

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

I usually get rid of whoever it is and lay the hell back down. Maybe have a smoke on occasion.

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

Biting my collarbone.

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?

Early morning.

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

Thighs.

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

Biceps.

30: Do you watch porn?

I'm a 20-year-old guy with a scarily-high sex drive. It's a yes.

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I despise how right you are I hate how wrong I've come to be. Or, perhaps, I abhor how right you want to be And I simply loathe how pride won't let me see.

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#0597 ►► 131111

I dreamed I killed a man. He reminded me of my father. Same height, same build, even same bone structure. Jawline so defined, I feared I’d cut myself upon contact. I dreamed that his demise was slow, that I took my time. I dreamed that he screamed, begged, pleaded, and bargained. And that nothing swayed me toward mercy. When my father died, it was swift - merciful; so this was a nice change from how I actually ended his life. The time that I took brought a smile to my face, one that I’d gone without for far too long. I dreamed that I carved my name into his flesh, so that angels could cry to the one who handed him the deliverance of his soul. And, then, I drained him. Drained him of the human race's most precious source of life, and bathed my spirit until the colour imprinted. Finally, I dreamed that I removed his hands. They were the most resplendent part of him, you see. Slender palms, piano fingers, supple flesh and a tone to the colour that would make him envied and revered. I delivered them to a friend, whose mission in life is to collect parts of the human anatomy In the hopes that she could, one day, build the perfect human doll. And I burned him afterwards, using the flames that charred the vessel of his spirit as a comfort to the chill in the air. Only after this did I realise that the dream I dreamed wasn’t a dream at all. The next day revealed the story of a man who went missing the night before, presumed dead. It showed he was married with three children, much in the same fashion that my father was. And I knew that somewhere, in this very city, that same wife - those same children - cried for the death of their loved one. They mourned for a life they’d never revel in again. And I, in my own private world, relished the song of loss I could hear in the distance. And I dreamed a dream that it would happen again.

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The most haunting tales are often told, not by word of mouth, but by ebony and ivory. Emotions are laid bare, at the feet of a baby grand, and tears are shed that coat tragically played keys in the despair of the one to proclaim their story. Just who gave you the right, my sweet instrument, to be the bearer of bad news? To take to war the shackles I’ve become desperate to relieve my being from? Just who, in this god-forsaken world, gave you permission to be the one that I always run to? I did. How hard must I strike to get my point across? How many times must I cry in your company to ensure that my secrets will remain as such? Let loose this mighty cry, this cry that my soul is fervent to scream, and teach me that somewhere, some place, there’s another existence as troubled as mine; allow me to believe that what I create, with your aide, will reach out and grasp another’s hand and let them know that, though I may or may not be within physical reach, I do exist. Just who gave you the right to be my kryptonite? Oh; that’s right… I did.