Get high on life, you inconsiderate gangbangers.
I’m still sorting out my job shit, but I’m officially going to be unemployed soon. I’m pretty worried because the job market looks rather grim. I’ve decided to medicate just to get me through the anxiety. Valium boy.
More reason to push my Patreon I guess.
https://www.patreon.com/Blacksheepwriting?fan_landing=true
I’ve done a story today. It’s pretty short and to the point.
Content warning – It does contain scenes of animal abuse, violence and sexual assault. So don’t read it if you are planning on calling me a sick bastard later.
I don’t know who this is
Enjoy the following short story.
I can see the movement through the mirrored glass.
I’ve been sitting here for at least an hour waiting to be questioned, cuffs cutting into my skin as they are tied to a half moon extension on the metal table. The only bit of steel that is still shiny. The cuffs rubbing on them creating these deep undulating crevices. They look like welds.
Do you want to know how I got here? Do you really?
I’ll tell you.
About a year ago, I got invited to this group on Facebook. I’m not sure how it happened, but I think I got added because I belonged to so many other groups that were similar.
I was a bit of a legend and my meme game was strong and I’m also well informed on global issues. I always have been.
I pay a keen interest to current affairs, not just to stay informed, I actually enjoy it. The mad shit going on in the world is funny to me. That’s how the memes began.
I’ve always been a bit of an Anarchist and I enjoy the chaos of social media. There have been a few times that I haven’t slept for days because of memes and trolling.
But this group was different.
These lads actually did stuff.
There’s this one fella who goes around kicking pets in the street and films it. He once posted a video of himself booting a cat over a fence. The fence must’ve been two metres high. That shit was hilarious.
They have this rule called TOGTFO, it means Tits Or Get The Fuck Out. Not downloaded tits; actual tits. They will post pics of their wives in the nip when she’s not aware. This one guy even posted a video of his daughter in the shower and then the lads posted a video of themselves wanking to it. I joined in.
It was pretty funny.
I posted my wife’s tits in there. She has had three kids already, so they’re not great. They’re a bit saggy, actually they are very saggy. I couldn’t get a decent picture because she was sleeping and they were hanging off the bed, almost touching the floor. A few boys posted not so classy tits too, and got the old ‘tits is tits’ comment, but not me. They ripped into me so hard that I considered leaving the group. I never did, I was addicted.
Every so often I’d get the piss ripped out of me about it, but it’s fine. I got used to it. Although it still made me uncomfortable.
Some of the lads sent me friend requests. Initially I didn’t want to add them, I was a family man, an anaesthetist, and my life isn’t as interesting as I portrayed it in the group. I was a mad bastard there. I could say what I wanted and did what I wanted. I could be a Nazi, a racist, a sexist, hell even a pedo if I wanted. Nothing was off the table. Nobody cared, and the sicker the better. I love it.
I stopped posting after the tits incident and I’d just like and comment. Some of the lads were creating some ridiculous shit, really stepping over the line. And always the same dudes. The habitual line steppers. I wish I could be like them, but my stuff wasn’t as interesting.
One of the boys in the group kept sending me messages about my stepdaughter. She was my wife’s kid from her first marriage. He saw her on my regular Facebook and downloaded a picture of her while we were on holiday in Malaga. She was wearing a bikini, licking an ice-cream. Someone Photoshopped the ice-cream into a big black dick, it was deliberately crude. The dick was hanging in mid-air. They even used it as the group profile picture. I was angry in the beginning, but I did not want to be embarrassed again and I let it slide. It’s a private group anyway, nobody but us will see it.
My wife once caught me watching a video of a guy getting chopped up alive. It looked like it came from South America or something, they were speaking Spanish. The chopped him up limb from limb and the guy doing it must’ve been a pro, he was so quick and accurate and you could see everything. There wasn’t a drop of blood, just the gooey sinew of the muscles and tendons between the joints. I wish I knew where to find these so that I can get all the likes and comments.
My wife actually decided to leave me after she saw all the rape videos I had on my phone that the lads sent me on Whattsap. We stopped posting the really bad stuff in the group as Mark Zuckercunt was onto us. Mostly we would just put memes in there and just talk about what we will be sending on Whatsapp. It is encrypted you see, and nobody can see it besides the ones who it was sent to.
My wife left to stay with her mother with my two boys, but my step daughter stayed with me. She had a job close by and would struggle to find a way to get to work from her gran’s house. She can’t drive yet.
I got shifaced and did some heroin, I have access to it. I lost myself then found myself in my garage rummaging through my bag of stolen medication. It’s been a week since I posted anything and I was feeling excluded. I need to post regularly or they’ll call me Manky Tits again.
From what I can remember, I took a vial of chloroform, we used this for small surgeries like vasectomies and wart removals. I soaked it in a Spongebob T-shirt that belonged to my son.
I put up a message to the lads to say I’ll be live on Whatsapp in fifteen minutes. I got ten likes. The cupboard was the perfect spot for the phone and she asked me what I was doing and if I was drunk.
I grabbed the scruff of her neck and let her breath into Spongebob. I could feel her drift away. The boys on the other end were horrified.
- WTF are you doing man?
- Isn’t that your kid?
- Stop that bro.
I didn’t care. This was going to be the sickest shit ever.
Her top was opened now and I was squeezing her titties for the lads.
“Not saggy now aye boys?” I ask
“You’re a sick cunt,” they say.
Then one of the lads, Simon, the one who kicks the pets, sends me a message.
I go check it. He is a legend in the group and he is Admin. If he messages you, you better check.
- Mate, send me your address. I want some of that. (Smiley Face)
- 34 Hebron Street (devil face)
- I’ll be there
I give her another dose of the Spongebob T-shirt and make my way to pour a drink while I piss in a pot plant.
It’s been a whole fifteen minutes and I hear a knock on the door.
“Open up, it’s the police,” a voice says as I see the blue and red lights.
Simon you fucking rat!!!
