(REPOST)-A sadistic fuck-( warning Long but good) (299 hits)
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"A Sadistic fuck"
That was what Jon was.
He loved the power. The power of hurting and controlling someone's life. He at first when he was young started to torture and his dog.
He used to play with the puppy. But he played a little rough. He would throw the puppy up against his couch and spin it around until it puked. He would kick the dog and have mock lynchings.
His eyes would bulge and his adrenaline would pump as the dog gasped for air. Then he would release. He would always release right before the dog was at a loss for breath.
He would look into its doe eyes and smile. He felt like god at these points in his life and he loved the power that was his.
He would bully, and beat up his friends in the neighborhood. He was such a mean child that the kids would avoid him. Any friend he did have was beaten, broken, and jaded by his words.
He loved to torture and beat those that were around. He had gotten a gun and started to kill birds. He had also sawed his neighbor's cat in half. It was gruesome and bloody. It frightened as the cat screeched and its hair flew all around the floor. He knew that he would get in trouble for this so he tried to bury it.
He was found out. His parents sent him to see a psychiatrist and a couple therapists to find out what was wrong with the boy. The boy explained he liked the power. He had the power to control and take away someone's or something's life.
He was prescribed and put on pills from age 12 all up through college. He graduated and became a Lawyer. After serving a couple years he became a Judge. In the poorest part of the town.
This town was his to mold and bend. He decided who lived or died. How many years, to how much money was old. His corruption and his power had taken him to wealth. Life isn't a fairy tale and those that are evil don't perish. Those that are evil usually win.
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She looked up from the back of the court with her hand clenched. Her hair was matted and disheveled. She had been crying for days and biting her fingernails for the sentencing of her son.
Her eyes were covered with black mascara that had run down her face in direct lines. She looked like she had painted her face for Halloween,
She was poor.
Dirt poor.
Those who saw her could tell by the embedded smell of cigarettes. She had also worn clothes she had gotten from the good will on sale.
She had always been weak. To weak to get through school with an alcoholic rapist father who had her so well trained that she wouldn't go to school for weeks because of the beatings he would take.
He would laugh as he would cackle and snort out the words in the foulest and most impure way.
"You don't need to go to school you Bitch, There's no need for a whore like you!"
She would cry in those days as he would beat her and molest her while she was young. She would look around the town for someone to try and save her and no person ever did.
People in the town knew she was getting beat, the could see the welts and discoloration on her face.
She had been told she was ugly and disgusting her entire being. Her mother knew about everything but could do nothing. She had raised her daughter the way a rose of the south had been raised.
She was weak, dumb, and accommodating. Every time he hit her, she in her heart felt she deserved. Every time he ravished her body she would cry, but knew that this was her lot in life.
Her mother would ignore it. Better it her daughter than her. This was the way the south was and she understood that this was her lot in life. She hadn't gone to school past the 6th grade.
The lady had been pretty once, but the beating's she had taken over the years and also how she started to usurious life style of alcohol to dull the pain and despair that was her life.
She got married at age 15 to another alcoholic who beat her worse than her father ever could of dreamed of. She had a child at age 17 and tried to raise him through all of this.
She would collect cans, and put her soul heart into this son of hers. She made sure he went to school, and learned how to read and write even though she couldn't. Her motherly skills were immaculate and somehow they survived.
Her son Jacob was a good kid. Weak and meager like her mother but trustworthy and true. He just wanted to fit in with a group. He was poor and the only ones that would have him were the Jasper boys. They were known for there lowlife dealings.
They had stolen a car, and also crashed this car into a mini-van on the freeway. Two of the passengers died.
Jacob had been with them when they stole the car. He didn't even realize what was going on. They were just supposed to "borrow" Jimmie Dean's dad's car. They knew him from school.
When they crashed and killed two passengers the prosecuting attorney charged them with grand theft auto, and vehicular man slaughter, also to get a for sure charge Attempting to flee from a police officer.
The death of the passengers was debated and they decided to charge them as adults. Jacob was only 15. His life could be over.
That's why the saw this middle aged broken woman forgotten by America was sitting there in the room crying dabbing each tear from her cheek with such weakness and strength it was astonishing.
"Have you reached the verdict?'
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"Judge Jon Anthony Taylor presiding"
The judge had gotten his verdict. He saw the weak people in front of him. All of them boys ranging from age 15-18 in age.
They didn't mean to do what they did. He could tell. Some of they're faces still had baby fat on them. One looking so young that he thought the kid must be 11 and not 15. He had heard the testimony from the public defender trying to get one of the boys, "Jacob Brooks" off.
He had read a letter written from the boy's mother detailing his great accolades in school and that he had at one time been on the honor roll. She told him her life story in the letter as well as how hard they had it,
The public defender wanted to try Jacob as a minor and try to exonerate him from all charges. He was just there trying to fit in. He really didn't know what was going on.
As the Judge thumbed through the paper he looked at the boy.
Youthful, stout, and a bit pudgy. Earnest and fair haired. He could tell the boy didn't do anything. The kid didn't have it in him.
But he had the power.
He looked at her mother in the front crying trying her earnest to give the lawyer they got from the court the pennies and dollars she clutched in her hand from working at the diner to try and get the lawyer to handle her trial.
She was a good person who had over come phenomenal odds.
What the Judge saw was weakness.
Weakness in her family and her background. She was trash. Her entire life was trash. She was a pathetic person born to the lower lot of society. No money, no class, and no pride. He saw the same weakness in her pathetic son.
He started to get the feeling he got when he killed that dog, when he had tortured that cat. He had the power to be God to these people today and he was to let them know that god was vengeful.
"The court finds Jacob Brooks Guilty"
The silence engulfed the courtroom. Even the Lawyer of the child was perturbed and taken aback by the glee and forcefulness of the decision. He didn't understand how the laws in Texas had gotten so strict.
He knew there would be no appeals. The family of the woman couldn't afford it. This judge had just destroyed what this woman had worked years to build. He had just destroyed her son.
There was a scream of pain heard in the courtroom. The mother started to cry and yell uncontrollably. The judge slammed the gavel.
Judge: "Order in the court, ORDER IN THE COURT!"
Judge: "Bailiff, will you please get that pathetic excuse for a mother out of my court"
She was hysterical; she didn't understand why her family had been destroyed. She lost it.
The judge had a smile on his face. The power he had just displayed on their lives had gotten him gitty, and gleeful. He was the God in this town. He had that same power. He knew that the child would be in jail for 25 to life. His life being over.
He did what he did because he loved the power. After all he was a sadistic fuck.
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She sat there outside the courthouse even after it had closed. She had nowhere to go and also had no one else in her life.
She had lost her son. She had lost her son.
Her little cute, chubby, loveable wouldn't hurt a fly or person son to the system.
She cursed god in this moment. She never had before but this time she cursed him for having her live the life of pain that she had. She had given her soul to this child to have an ounce of good in a life that was covered with pain.
Her heart and her life were broken glass. The Judge might of well had taken a bat to her crystal heart and shattered it. The darkness engulfed her.
She was tired of being weak. She was tired of being beaten, and abused. She would have her vengeance.
She would have her vengeance.
She went to the local library and looked up with help of a friend the address of the judge. He lived in the rich part of North Texas. He commuted everyday.
She went into Wal-Mart and bought bullets for her Shotgun she had hidden in her Trailer. Even though her father beat her he did teach her how to shoot. To protect this "White Rose" from the dirty Mexicans and Minorities that were moving in.
She hopped on a bus with the money she had on a 2hr bus ride to North Texas.
She didn't know what she was going to do but she had to do something. Her mind raced as she slammed back a case of "Pabst Blue Ribbon".
Every taste and sip only seemed to engulf her more in her despair. She clutched a photo of her son in her hands and kissed it. She started to cry and weep for the end of her days.
She made it to the house. He lived alone with no family or kids. She saw him and her heart started to race and beat. Faster, and faster, then slower and stopped to a slow murmur.
It was 2am in the morning when she decided to go to the door. She knocked on the door with dread, pain, and fright in her face.
He opened the door to see a distraught woman in front of his door. He didn't really recognize her but he knew he had seen her before.
"Yes"
Boom!
He took a shotgun butt to his stomach. As pain seared through him he doubled back and fell onto the floor. He was an old man now at around age 57.
She swung the gun like a baseball bat and hit him in the face that knocked him out. He came to find himself in a chair tied up with a distraught and crazy woman drunk, and snorting lines off his mahogany coffee table.
She looked at him with wired crazy eyes, angry, lost and distraught eyes of pain and longing.
He asked who she was which got him a fist to his face.
She had put on her brass knuckles and was going to enjoy this. She had gone mad in the literal sense. Half crying, half mumbling, and part speaking in tongues.
She started to talk about her life to the Judge. About everything that had happened to her in detail. The first time she got raped by her father and also how he forced her to have a threesome with his buddy from work over a game of cards he lost.
He talked about how her father used her to settle his debts with card games and poker. She was towed around like a goat while they had her way with her. She had ended up fucking poor men, cops, ditch diggers and strip club owners.
She told him about after how he had made her fuck them he would come down and beat her with a bull whip for being a whore. In his drunken crazy state he would beat her until he passed out or until she did. Then he would have her way with her bloodied body.
She told of how her husband beat her so much her pretty face and cheekbone was shattered by a fist he had given her for not coming on time. He told her of how she was powerless and everyone she knew was sadistic.
He sat there with his head down and mouth shut. He had been the person in the lives of others that had done the same thing to them. He had beaten and tortured his first wife. When she complained to authorities he had her locked up and beaten in jail on bogus charges.
She looked at him and realized she had gone too far. She had gone to the Abyss. She looked at the picture in her hand of her nice, little son and decided to be the sadistic one.
She beat the Judge with her brass knuckles until his face was unrecognizable. She kept him alive and cut off his finger with a butcher knife. He would yelp and scream. After being in it for a while she began to enjoy it.
The power.
She had never had it before and the feeling of it was like giving someone ecstasy. Her pain and life was being taken out on this man. She hit him again and yelled about how she had nothing to live for. She made him beg her to stop and then she would start again with the torture.
Then when all was said and she grabbed her shotgun and blew a whole through his stomach. The doubled back and put the shotgun to his face and blew it off its limp, old body.
She sat there and grabbed the brandy from his cabinet and sat there and had a drink for her son and for her mother.
With a tear in her eye she said out loud to no one in particular.
"We aren't victims anymore"
She sat there and cried as she reached over to the cabinet and took over 48 pills of aspirin and drank half the bottle of Brandy.
She was finally free. She was finally at peace.
She thought about her son and cursed that man and those that wronged her.
Her only regret was that she had become a "Sadistic fuck" she cringed and then died.
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The cops looked around the place and some of them puked as they saw what had happened to the main judge of the Texas district court. They all couldn't believe that the mother of the child could have gone this crazy.
He was unrecognizable. They had a parade for him and the media dubbed the killing quote.
"One of the most sadistic killings ever known in this county. The man was tortured and beat for hours before being shot."
The mother's body got dumped in a morgue with no one at her funeral. Her son wasn't even allowed to attend. The judge was hailed as a hero and was given a presidential burial with people crying in the streets.
They all hailed how great of a man he was and also how the wish a person of his character and standing would hopefully someday live again.
The media is Sadistic as well.
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-02-20 13:36:47 EST (#)
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Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-02-19 07:05:03 EST (#)
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Submitted by i_can_get_you_a_toe (user info) at 2008-02-19 04:46:40 EST (#)
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Didn't read it.
I hope you get prison raped at some point in your life.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2008-02-19 01:38:46 EST (#)
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Submitted by Fartman (user info) at 2008-02-19 00:41:49 EST (#)
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Submitted by PerkMan (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:14:46 EST (#)
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God damn spell check. I'm going to repost this
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! This isn't about spell check, it's about suck check. The only thing that's going to improve your writing is if you never, ever, do it again.
Submitted by sick.little.weasel (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:35:46 EST (#)
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"She sat there and grabbed the brandy from his cabinet and sat there and had a drink for her son and for her mother."
This sentence describes in full, describes how stupid this entire thing has been written. You wasted my life. Die
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:28:02 EST (#)
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electro would be ashamed of this
Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:26:20 EST (#)
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Show, don't tell.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:19:14 EST (#)
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you are a sadistic fuck.
dude PLEASE. ENOUGH. PLEEEEEEEAASE!
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:18:10 EST (#)
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Absolutely awful.
Submitted by PerkMan (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:14:46 EST (#)
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God damn spell check. I'm going to repost this and proof read. Sorry about this.
Submitted by PerkMan (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:10:28 EST (#)
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I wrote this thinking about a sadistic fuck. So I ran with the theme.
Submitted by PerkMan (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:09:57 EST (#)
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rate it.
Submitted by PerkMan (user info) at 2008-02-18 23:09:38 EST (#)
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well, tell me what you think. Wrote it in about 35 mins