A lot of my darkest thoughts makes me feel like I have serious daddy issues, which is probably true since the most of mine revolve around my own father. Not that I don't think about torturing other people, he just seems to be my favorite to think about.

I would love to meet my dad once more and have a nice talk with him so that he thinks we are on good terms. Then I will drug his drink. Once he's out cold, I would have him locked up with chains somewhere secluded where no one can hear him scream. Then I would torture him for days. Starting with ripping off all his nails and forcing them under his eyes. Might just pull them out but leave them attached for added measure flicking them or giving them a tug every so often. Then, I would slowly amputate him starting with the fingers and toes. All the while asking questions about whether or not he deserves such treatment. I would stab him, shoot him with a nail gun (I wouldn't waste an actual bullet on him), slice off slabs of flesh, burn him, grind ice picks into his bone marrow, and whatever else I can think of on the spot. Whenever he gets hungry, I will fry up his own flesh and force him to eat it. If he is thirsty, I will go to the filthiest bar I can find and collect strangers' urine and force him to drink it. If he vomits, he will eat that too. I will treat any wounds to make sure he doesn't get major infections and keep him alive as long as I can. Once he no longer will be alive for another meal, I will rip out all his teeth and force him to swallow them, if he manages to live long enough to shit them out, I will force him to eat them again. Lastly I will do one of three things. I will slowly disembowel him and let wild animals feast on him until he dies, I will literally squeeze his heart until it stops, or I will kill him via strangulation by evisceration, choked to death by his own bowels.

Once he's dead, I will masturbate in his entrails like I dreamed. yes, I literally dreamt of doing that, except unlike the dream, it wouldn't be in the snow in the front yard for everyone to see. Ideally, I would have someone there with me through out the whole thing that I would have sex with in front of him so that he knows the extent of my pleasure of watching him suffer. I may even bring his mother in and have someone rape her as I cut her head off.

The last words I want him to hear from me is "I never truly loved you or cared if you committed suicide. I lied through my teeth you waste of human flesh."

Then once he is buried, I will annually return to his grave and fuck on it all night, shitting on it before I leave until the day I die.

That is about the sickest shit I got since it focuses on blood relatives and I have dwelled on it the longest. The rest is just mundane, smashing in joints with sledge hammers, cannibalism and fucking corpses of people I hate, or keeping someone I love under tight lock and key, chained up so that she can never leave me.

Needless to say this will NEVER happen because I love being on the outside of prison walls too much, but hey, it's nice to think about once in awhile.