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When I was younger, from around age 8 to age 15, I was obsessed with wanting to torture and kill small cute animals to an almost fetishistic degree.
Every chance I got to harass a little creature, I took it. Throwing rocks at a squirrel in DC, angering some lefty activist in the process, unlatching a hamster's wheel so it fell right on top of it, tugging a friend's gerbil by the tail from outside the cage, smothering another friend's pet dog with cushions, grabbing my pet goldfish and holding him out of the water, trying to stab a full-grown snapping turtle with a branch, catching and smashing tiny frogs with rocks at Cub Scout Camp, etc.
One time while at a sleepover at my friend's house, while he was sleeping, I took a protractor and pinned down his hamster with the sharp end until it drew blood. He never found out.
Another time, I found a baby cardinal hobbling in the backyard waiting for its parents to return. I managed to corner it behind a fence and threw a baseball helmet at it, crushing it. I watch as it died a slow painful death.
Then one day, those urges just stopped. I don't know why. Nobody would even ever know that I am or was that type of person let alone a furryfucker on /vp/. My outer appearance and mannerism is the most normie of the normalfags and I keep getting told by randos and people I work with that I look like an e-boy or some vague celebrity.
