Full Brutal

by Kristopher Triana

“People speak sometimes about the ‘bestial’ cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts; no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“I carried it too far, that’s for sure.” — Jeffery Dahmer

It wasn’t that I hated people. I was just happier when they weren’t around. Well, maybe not happier, but at least less miserable.

“It just makes you a woman,” she said. “It’s like suddenly your childhood is gone, and the whole world just looks all different.” “You really get a whole new perspective?” “Sort of. It’s hard to explain to those who haven’t felt it.” I held back a groan.

Lmao teenagers are dumb

Passive aggression was a sport I often played, a delightful pastime just like manipulation, sarcasm and suggestion.

I managed a smile by picturing them both hogtied while I pissed on their faces.

Women look rather beautiful naked (provided they aren’t pigs or trolls). Men, on the other hand, just look gangly, hairy and awkward, like they’ve been made from the less desirable scraps left behind after the creation of women.

Maybe if we did I wouldn’t have done this.” He’s making it her fault. God, I love this. “A man has needs,” he said. “And you came at me so hard.” Now it’s my fault too. Funny how men aren’t much different than boys.

The real pleasure lay in making them give in to temptation, making them hate themselves for it, to live with both the fear of being discovered and a terrible, crushing guilt that would never fully fade.

I was more bored than ever because my big hope to relieve my boredom through meaningless sex had been a stunning letdown.

Been there

I can finally ask her if that’s acne or just scars from dodging the coat hanger for nine months.” Brian blinked at his girlfriend. “Damn!”

Despite how he felt about me, his dick had a different opinion.

I saw that the areola had darkened.

Someone is pregnant. Sex ed teacher should have known better.

I want to fuck you with a frozen dog turd.

This girl lmao

I was pregnant. I’d finally sucked up my fears and bought a pregnancy test, and the result was devastating. There was a little fuck-demon in my belly.

Because of course she is

Murder was the life-changing moment I had hoped for when losing my virginity.

And then I was coming, coming like I had never come before, coming as Mr. Blakley’s dying breath went up inside my body, a simultaneous hello and goodbye to his unborn child.

I was such a nice girl, such a caring friend.

I stayed there, savoring the very instant when grief slammed down upon the family like a hurricane, enjoying the fruits of my malice. It was a bountiful harvest.

But there is no power as thrilling as being able to completely decimate another human being, to demoralize and deconstruct their very soul until all that’s left of their fragile sanity is frenzied, blurry tatters. It makes a girl feel like a goddess.

On the ride over I listened to my favorite driving soundtrack—the dead static at the end of the AM spectrum, turned all the way up.

Fucking nutter

I pulled her in close to feel the texture of her suffering.

There was such poetry to young corpses, such art. Their youth intensified the sense of loss, and I wanted to rub that loss across my flesh until I passed out from the force of my orgasm.

Suddenly it dawned on me that despite how I did not want to be a mother, a mother was what I was. I had a biological need to satisfy my cub. If I did not, nature itself would turn against me, this time in the form of a cannibal fetus.

The flesh was still warm, still dripping. To my surprise, it was delicious.

I doubted Derek or Amy had ever imagined one day he would be turned into my feces. Even I hadn’t dreamt of such a thing.

Autosarcophagy was literally a dead end. I needed human flesh, and lots of it.

I wanted to crawl into her through that hot little mouth and lick her from the inside out and emerge from her pussy like an oversized newborn, shredding her vaginal canal, shattering the bones of her pelvis and dislocating her hips.

Oh my