The Devilish Boy [Complete] (Author: Unknown)

Demon Boy (1) I must be a reincarnation of a demon!

After enduring 10 hours of agony, my mother died in childbirth. In my father's eyes, I was the murderer of his wife, and he harbored extreme hatred towards me.

I grew up in this environment of hatred and lack of maternal love.

At school, I was the nemesis of every classmate. I would sneak a dead earthworm into a female classmate's pencil case when she wasn't looking, experiencing a wicked thrill amidst her screams; in swimming class, I would dive under a girl who couldn't swim but was floating on the surface in a life ring, grab her feet and pull her down forcefully, enjoying the wonderful feeling of power and weakness amidst her fierce resistance; I would also place a wriggling caterpillar on the proctor's skirt during an exam, experiencing the pleasure of defying authority amidst the screams of the whole class. During

the summer vacation when I was 15, my father went on a business trip and, worried about leaving me alone at home, took me with him.

This trip changed the course of my life. The plane we were on crashed; my father and 92 others perished in the crash, and I was one of the five survivors.

When I opened my eyes from unconsciousness, I saw corpses everywhere, and I was shocked. I wasn't afraid; instead, I felt that this was how life should be. The scattered limbs and the flowing blood filled me with an unprecedented excitement and arousal. The naked female corpse about two meters away, however, gave me a prolonged erection. The body lay face up, spread-eagled, one breast severed by a sharp weapon, an aluminum rod inserted into her lower abdomen, blood seeping from her open vagina, matting her pubic hair together. This was the first time I had ever seen a woman's private parts.

The scene before me was deeply etched into my mind!

After my father's death, my uncle became my guardian. Due to the commercial insurance policy taken out by my father's workplace, I became the legal heir to a large sum of money. Given my situation, my uncle sent me to a boarding school. At school, I remained silent, burying myself in my studies. My teachers and classmates all thought I had suffered a mental breakdown. I thought, if they knew my true thoughts, they would be terrified—every full moon, I had an urge to kill, and I knew I would do it. And so, day after day, I achieved excellent grades and was admitted to a medical university.

In university, I absorbed every useful piece of knowledge, spending my days between classes and the library. Anatomy was my favorite class; I loved the feeling of the scalpel gliding across the human body, and even more so, the trembling sensation of holding those bloody viscera in my hands. After each anatomy class, I would lie in bed, thinking of the lifeless bodies in class and the female corpse beside me during the plane crash, and masturbate incessantly.

In the library, through the internet, I researched numerous violent, gory, and sadistic websites. I became familiar with serial killers in various countries this century and understood their legal systems. Hacking websites honed my skills in various hacking techniques, and I learned to make bombs from everyday items. In short, I studied everything antisocial because I hated everyone.

After graduating, I was assigned to an internship at a hospital. After completing my internship, I resigned. Yes, it was time to begin my plans, my life.

First, I sold my parents' house in the city center and bought a secluded villa in the suburbs. I renovated the entire plumbing and ventilation system and, under the guise of custom kitchen equipment, ordered a large steel countertop—my workbench. Second, I bought a Jeep for transportation. And so, another serial killer was born.

While waiting for the villa renovations, I traveled to the United States with a tour group and purchased a complete set of surgical instruments and specialized equipment, such as a vaginal speculum and enema kit, at a medical supply store. For

my first operation, I carefully analyzed my targets and finally decided on nightclub hostesses. They were transients, social outcasts, and their disappearances would go unnoticed; they were also easy to hook.

That night, I put on some simple makeup, drove to a nightclub, and chose a tall, overweight girl. After negotiating, we agreed on 1,000 yuan for the night—her last night with me.

Upon entering the room, she was quite surprised; someone of her status could never have seen such a luxurious room. I told her to take a shower first, and she flaunted her clothes in front of me. She appeared to be about 18 or 19 years old, with disproportionately large breasts that swayed precariously on her chest. Her stomach was also quite protruding, and her thighs were fleshy, with a black butterfly sticker on the inside of her thighs. A few sparse pubic hairs stood out conspicuously against her swollen vulva.

我朝她挥挥手，她进浴室了，我趁机调好了药酒。

１０分钟後，她裹了条浴巾出来了。我一把拽下浴巾，细小的水珠挂满她的全身，我把手伸向她那肥大的阴部，她朝我做了个要钱的手势。这个臭女人，我给了她一千元，并示意她喝酒，同时我自己也进了浴室，我要用冷水镇静一下自己。

等我出来後，她已歪倒在床上了。我打量了一下自己的猎物，肥胖的身体、性感的乳房，大阴唇向外翻开着，一看就知道是一个淫乱的女人。我吃力地将她背到我的工作台上，冰冷的台子刺激的她似乎有些知觉，我忙把她的手脚分别固定，使她成一个大字。她迷茫的睁开眼，看着我赤裸的身体，张了张嘴，却没有出声。

我拿起水，泼在了她的脸上，笑道∶“作为我的第一个猎物，你应该感到荣幸。”谁知她一张嘴∶“操蛋！”这个下三滥，从里到外都这麽脏。

我一怒，照她的肚子就是一拳。她开始求饶了∶“大哥你放了我吧！钱不要了，让大哥白操。”

“放了你？休想！”我不由分说用一只漏斗塞在了她的嘴里，拿起我配制的泻药灌了进去，“饶┅┅咕咕┅┅咕┅┅”她挣扎着，泻药一滴不少的进了肚。

当我把漏斗拿开时，她绝望地张大了嘴，喘息着，她已经後悔自己的贪财了。

在等待她排泄的同时，我取出数字相机，拍下了她阴部的特写，作为资料保留。一阵屁响，只见她的肛门向外凸起，突然，一股粪水从她的屁眼向外喷出，同时大阴唇微微张开，一股尿液也从尿道口喷出，一阵恶臭，我忙打开了通风装置。

约十几秒钟，只见她的屁眼一动一动，不见有排泄物了，我拿起水管将她冲洗乾净。女孩有气无力的呻吟着，我又给她灌了第二杯泻药，一会儿，她的屁眼和尿道又喷出两股水柱。如此三次，她已经奄奄一息了。

估计肠胃已排空了，我拿起一只大号注射器，吸满了消毒水，向她的屁眼插去。经过多次排泄，她的肛门已经非常松弛，一下就插进去了。我将一管液体推入她的大肠，喷出来的已是清水了。该清洗一下她的臭了，我又吸了一筒消毒水，使劲插入她的阴道，女孩又开始呻吟了。

随着最後一滴水的推入，她的阴阜微微凸起，随即一股水流从阴道口流出。

然後，我用水管又将她彻底的冲洗了一遍，这样，我面前躺着的就是一个从里到外乾乾净净，被水泡得白白胖胖的躯体了，我要开始下一步了。

我回到浴室，冲洗一下，喝了点酒，该休息一下了。当我点上一根烟回到手术室，那个女孩已经恢复过来，“大哥，饶了我吧！”、“大哥，放了我吧！”

的叫个不停。

“行啊，等我玩完了就放你。”我说着将烟头按在了她的肚脐眼上。一声惨叫，一股青烟，一阵快感传遍我的全身。我拿出胶布，封在她的嘴上，刚才她的叫声险些撕破我的耳膜。我又找出些强力夹子，分别夹在她的乳头、阴唇等敏感部位，她痛得脸上的肌肉直抽搐，但又喊不出声。

看到她痛苦不堪的表情，不停蠕动的肥胖肉体，微微张开的红色阴唇，我感到一阵快感。之後我点燃了一支蜡烛，将烛油向她的阴道口滴去。滚烫烛油的滴下，使她的整个阴部不停颤抖，大腿根上的蝴蝶也像活了一样振翅欲飞。

我开始勃起，是结束的时候了。我用一只夹子夹住她的鼻子，她憋得满脸通红，眼球就像要脱离眼眶。我一边把烛油继续滴在她的臭上，一边开始自慰，看着她不停扭动的躯体、被烫得变色了的阴唇，我享受着美妙的快感。

随着烛油在她阴部的不停堆积，她的扭动也渐渐停止，那只蝴蝶也垂死般的抖动，我的快感却越来越强。当那只蝴蝶停止抖动时，我的精液像水柱般击中了它。

恶魔少年（２）她的呼吸停止之时，正是我射精的开始。我的身体像燃烧的火山，爆发着、喷薄着。当我的喘息停止之後，只见那个女孩像一片死猪肉般瘫在台上，从她的五官、阴道及屁眼渗出了一股股的体液。莫非她也在死亡的瞬间到了高潮？不管如何，我为社会除了一害。

The next step was dealing with the body. "Dissect her!" you might say. No, this obese girl's body was full of flesh and fat, offering no aesthetic appeal. I could already imagine the thought of cutting open her stomach and seeing a patch of white flesh exposed. Then, cut off her genitals as a souvenir? No, a criminal of my wits wouldn't leave any obvious evidence. Of course, photos were another matter; I could claim they were downloaded from the internet and couldn't be traced. It seemed I had to find another way.

Thinking this, I had an idea. I went back to the bathroom and carefully cleaned myself. I made a cup of coffee and microwaved a sandwich; I needed to replenish my energy—I had things to do later! I checked my watch; it was already 3 a.m. After smoking a cigarette, I went to the autopsy room.

The body was already cold, completely bloodless, even the previously bright red labia majora had turned dark brown. But I knew that once I started, a large amount of blood would flow out. I changed my shoes, took out the necessary tools from my small cabinet where I kept my equipment, put on rubber gloves and a mask, and began to get busy.

First, I needed to destroy her fingerprints; this was the most important thing. I used a small scalpel to make a circular incision along the fingerprint area of the corpse, completely eliminating the fingerprints, and placed the cut parts in a stainless steel cylinder for disposal after the entire work was completed. When I finished the excision, the corpse's ten fingers were covered in blood, like the claws of a demon that had just ripped out her heart.

Okay, next step, to knock off her teeth. Teeth are also very important evidence, especially for someone who has seen a dentist. I used a hammer and a small chisel to knock off her full set of white teeth one by one; the "clinking" sound filled the entire autopsy room, sounding to me like beautiful celestial music.

The third step was to disfigure the face (readers with weak stomachs should not continue reading). First, I pried open her lips, widening them with a knife, then pulled them apart from her jawbone, and finally ripped the entire face off, throwing the ripped skin into the bucket (to be ground into mincemeat and flushed down the drain later). Her torn face was a bloody mess, her two exposed eyes staring blankly at me. Perhaps you're scared, but I'm not, because I was born evil. After tearing off the eyeballs and throwing them into the bucket, I washed my hands at the sink and lit a cigarette.

The next step, the most difficult, was to dismember her. I took out a large carpenter's saw (bought from a free market in another city). You might ask, why not use a knife for precise dissection? Yes, in my experience, I could easily separate her limbs with a scalpel, but if the body were discovered, it would leave clues—that a medical student did it—so I decided to use a saw.

I placed two thick books under the corpse's neck and began sawing. As the saw was pulled back and forth, blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere, covering my face and body. If you saw this, you'd probably faint from fright. A young man, covered in blood, was sawing off the head of a faceless woman with a large saw. The squeaking sound stimulated my nerves, and I pulled the saw back and forth like a madman. The head gradually tilted to one side, the esophagus, trachea, and blood vessels severing one by one—yellow, blue, white, like cutting an electrical cable. I was completely immersed in this frenzied action.

A muffled thud, and the head detached from the body, sliding to the ground, almost hitting my foot. I quickly picked up the head and saw that another piece of flesh had been torn off the face. Next, the upper limbs, relatively easier, each arm severing in about 5 minutes. I suddenly noticed that this girl not only had very little pubic hair, but also no armpit hair—how strange!

When sawing off the legs, I hesitated. Should I saw at the thigh, destroying the entire genital area? Should I leave part of the thigh and the genitals intact? In the end, I decided to saw it off at the root, because moving a torso with parts of the limbs would be more troublesome.

I started sawing from the leg with the butterfly part. With one saw, a patch of white flesh turned up, and blood gushed out; with another, yellow fat was exposed, and the butterfly's wings were severed. With the final cut, the entire thigh, along with half of the genitals, was severed. The torn labia, hanging on the saw teeth, trembled, as if tempting others as they had in life.

After sawing off the other leg, I plopped down in a chair, exhausted. Yes, I'd been working like a lumberjack for an hour. I lit a cigarette and mentally calculated: the head and limbs weren't large or heavy, easy to carry, but the entire torso, like a large rectangular block of flesh, weighed a good 30 kilograms. How was I going to move it? I might as well go all the way. With that thought, I picked up the saw again, cigarette dangling from my lips.

After roughly measuring her body, I began to cut her torso in two from below the breasts. As the saw went deeper, her lungs, heart, and other organs slid out, which I threw into a stainless steel bucket. Okay, job done! I had divided her into seven pieces. I found some large plastic bags (also from a wholesale market in another city), wrapped each piece in several bags to ensure no leakage, and then put them in the freezer. After finishing

, I checked the time; it was almost 6 o'clock. I really wanted to go to bed immediately. But I'm an organized person, so I moved the garbage disposal, poured the pile of rotten flesh from the bucket into it, and with the roar of the motor, a bunch of meat scraps flowed out, which I flushed down the toilet.

The disposal couldn't be kept either; I'd just throw it away when I had the chance. Afterward, I used a high-pressure water jet to flush the entire dissection room and the table until I couldn't find a trace of blood. Then I wiped it down with disinfectant, and finally rinsed it again. The white floor and smooth countertop looked brand new.

I then put the book used to cover the body and the used bath towels into a metal basin, poured in gasoline, and set it on fire.

After a whole night of work, I was finally done. I went back to the bathroom, took a long shower, lit a cigarette, and it was time for bed. This topic was closed by

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