I liked hurting girls.
You see it was all just a game to me. Hurting them was a way I could feel something , anything. I'll tell you more about it later. The thing is, I got off on it. I really longed for it.
It's like when you hear serial killers say they feel no regret, no remorse for all the people they killed. I was like that. I loved it. I didn't care how long it took because that's the fun part of the game, waiting until the were totally in love with me. I loved the shock on their faces. The way their eyes would glaze over as they tried to hide how much I was hurting them. And it was legal. I think I killed some of them. Thier souls I mean.
I didn't get laid enough to be called a sex addict. Yet the word fit perfectly. In the same way a junkie spent all his time thinking about the next fix, I was thinking about the next girl. My life had become something I did between orgasms. I would normally just meet girls at parties every weekend. After a while it got boring but I had nothing better to do, so i carried on.
That was until I saw her, just stood there so innocent, so pure. She stood out like a needle in a haystack. You could tell she was new to the party, you see the party was always every weekend and I had never seen her before.
