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If we're counting animals, I grew up on an impoverished farm. The ground here's fucked because there was a low budget dog breeding op going on before we moved here and the ground's still full of parasites.
Growing up we didn't have the resources to immunize puppies when our dogs would inevitably have litters because keeping dogs from fucking is hard and getting dogs fixed is expensive
Mother used to make me cull the puppies (and kittens) that were too sickly to give away, usually with whatever blunt object was on hand since we didn't own any guns at the time. It wasn't fun
Killing things still feels horrible, I like to think that my current fetishes are some coping mechanism for trauma caused by being forced to commit atrocities at an early age. I just don't understand why fantasy violence gets me off when real violence disgusts and saddens me.
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