Okay, I'm busy with this story. It doesnt have a name yet, or anything. But it's bloody long. I've written 4 parts to it, I think, there might be more though. But I've only typed up 3 parts. The three don't really lead into each other. It's all kind of different scenes. I'll at some stage do the "in-betweens" and fix it all up.
Anyway, I would appreciate it if you read and left some feed.
I know that my speech and shit isnt very good. And I'm working on that. And my wording might not be that great. :smh:
But anwyay... :)

Part One:

Trent parked his car, and walked up to his room. He lived in a 3 bedroom apartment, in an apartment building. It wasn’t at all cheap. He stayed on the second floor, apartment number 7. There were a total of 30 apartment; 6 floors, with 5 apartments on each floor.
He got to his door, and dug in his pocket for his keys. He pulled them out and searched for the gate key. He unlocked the gate, and then the wooden door. He walked in and locked both doors behind him. He threw his keys and wallet on the kitchen counter, and opened the fridge and got out a cold Hunters beer, he sat down on his couch and switched on the TV.
The apartment had an open kitchen, connected to the lounge. The kitchen was on the right of the door, and the lounge straight in front of the door. There was a passage further down, also to the right. On the left of the passage was a small bedroom which he had turned into an office, to the right, just next to the kitchen was small bathroom, which consisted of a bath/shower, a toilet and a basin. Next to the bathroom was a small cupboard, and to the left, opposite the cupboard was another room, which Trent kept locked at all times. At the end of the passage was a door to the master bedroom, which was fairly spacious and had a bathroom as well, but only with a shower, basin and toilet.

Trent was a trust fund kid. His parents had died when he was 16 in a car accident, and he had inherited a hell of a lot of money. He stayed with his grandparents until he was 18, and then moved out. Along with all the money he had inherited, he had also gotten their house, which was a beautiful double story, just outside of the city, the house was more of a plot, as it had a lake as well, right next to a forest. Trent sold the house, but kept half of the plot with the lake on.
Trent was a very complex person. He was never shy; he couldn’t be shy even if he tried. But he never spoke to anyone. Hardly even spoke to his grandparents or parents for that matter. He spent most of his life in his bedroom, always locked himself up in there. He shut himself out from the rest of the world.
He is 22 now, living by himself in an apartment which he had bought just after he had turned 18. He has grey eyes, and striking black hair. It was usually really short, he preferred it that way. He has a fairly built body, and worked out regularly. But he didn’t have bulging muscles that popped out. In fact you could hardly notice them unless he took his shirt off. He had no facial hair, but if he ever gave it a chance to grow, he could have.

The room Trent kept locked up was his fantasy room. The room which allowed him to be in total control. Trent was heavily into bondage, and being in control.
Some of the things that went on in there were consentual, and some non- consensual. He has always been like that, a man of order, and control. He was borderline control freak. He had to have everything exactly as he wanted it, and it had to be perfect. He got annoyed easily, and very frustrated. The room had a kind of dungeon theme, and had shackles and chains on the walls, and all kinds of equipment he could use.

Trent was very different to the “normal” person, and that thing about being in control, he tends to take it too far.
Trent often had sick things going on in his head, ever since he was a small child. He was a very smart person, with a very high IQ, but never really showed how smart he truly was. He used his brilliance for all the wrong reasons.
Trent has always been like this since he was a little boy. The first time he actually went through with doing something he had fantasized about was when he as 8, and almost 9. The dog had mysteriously gone missing to his parents, but Trent knew exactly what had happened to their dog. Because they lived near the lake and the forest, it made things like that easier for Trent.

Because of Trents differences, he got bullied at school, for most of his school years until he was 12. People have always been underestimating him and what he was capable of. Trent wasn’t big or muscular but he was very smart, and if he had you right where he wanted you, then you were no match.
Trent got his sweet revenge when he was 12. His two bullies never saw it coming.

Continued...

Throughout the years until he was 18, he had just been practicing his fantasies on animals, mostly from the forest, and he was always improving his techniques. But he really lost the plot when he was 18 years old.
He had a girlfriend for 3 years. She was the one and only person he had ever remotely opened up to. She wanted to see him one Saturday, but he couldn’t because he had other things to do. He felt really bad and bought her a box of chocolates and some flowers. She was living with her older sister who was out of town for the weekend for work. Trent knew where they kept the spare key and used it to open her door. He knew she was home because her car was outside. He put the chocolate on the table and walked to her closed bedroom door with the flowers. He opened it quietly and peeped through. It took a moment for him to register what he had just seen. The flowers dropped on the floor, and the two heads in the bed spun around and stared at him.
Kelly was tied to the bed posts and some man was on top of her. This shocked Trent most though, the fact that she was tied up. It was something she had never let him do. He just stood there as if he had just seen a ghost and was zoning off to space. All three of them were shocked and Kelly began explaining herself, not that it mattered. Trents expression changed, as if nothing had happened, and his face turned back to normal. He walked out the room, and closed the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen and fetched a dining room chair and pushed it up against the bedroom door so no one could get out. He walked to the kitchen and just stood there thinking as he paced up and down. He glanced around the room and his eyes rested on the kitchen knives. Out of no where he grabbed the sharpest one and walked back to the room. The man managed to get his jocks on and was looking for his pants in distress. Kelly was still tied to the bed. When they saw Trent walk in the room with the big knife, Kelly began crying and the guy started talking to Trent, obviously trying to calm him down. But he looked as calm as he would while switching on the TV. This scared them both even more. Trent grabbed the guy by the hair, and dragged him towards the bathroom shower, by now the guy started crying and was begging for his life. Trent suddenly recognized who it was; his name was Grant, a student he went to school with. He held Grant up by the hair, so he was standing straight up; he used his knees and bumped the back of Grants legs so he fell forward on his knees. Trent held the knife by his throat and whispered something into his ear just before slitting his throat. He walked back to Kelly’s bedroom and saw she was twisting her arms around trying to get out of the ties, when she saw him and the blood on the knife she started crying and shaking frantically. He cut the ties and also grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bathroom shower, she began to scream terribly loud when she saw Grants body in the shower, and Trent had positioned her as he did with Grant, and a single tear fell from his eye as he moved the knife from one end of her neck to the other. He dropped the knife and walked up and down the bathroom, glancing every now and then at the two bodies slumped over in the shower. Trent was worried that the neighbors might have heard the screams. He got all her bedding of off her bed and looked for others in the cupboards. He made her bed neatly and went to the kitchen and looked for the big plastic bags used for bins. He struggled to get the two bodies into them but got it right eventually. They both had a plastic bag on each end of their bodies, as just one didn’t fit. He first got Grant into the boot of his car, and shortly got Kelly, she was a lot lighter and easier to get in the car. He went back into the house and cleaned the knife and put it back. He got the bedding and put it in his car as well. He cleaned the shower thoroughly and went over the house to make sure there was no evidence of anything what so ever.
He drove for almost an hour and a half out of town to a cabin in the middle of no where. The cabin was a small one with only one bedroom a bathroom and a small kitchen and living area, but under the couch was a trap door in the floor. It originally used to be a wine cellar, but Trent changed it into his biggest secret.
The outside of the cabin was mostly just savannah but there was a river flowing past the cabin, in the river there were crocodiles. Trent was very grateful for this, he got both the bodies out the car and stripped them of the little clothing they had on and threw them both in the river hoping the crocodiles would get them. Whether they found the bodies or not it wouldn’t matter, there was no evidence leading back to him. He burnt up the clothing and the bedding he had taken.

End of part one.
I'm not really finished with this bit. I just havent gotten around to finishing it properly.

Part Two

Trent pulled up into Megan’s driveway and got out his car; he walked over to the gate and rang the bell on the wall. He waited for several minutes before he saw Megan. He smiled as she walked down the driveway. She pulled out a key and unlocked the side gate; she walked through and locked it again. He greeted her and walked her to the side of the car and opened the door, she climbed in and he closed it, he walked around the car and got in. He started the car and reversed out the driveway, and drove down the dirt road before he got to the tar road.
“So, where are we going?” asked Megan finally. He looked at her and smiled before answering.
“It’s kind of a surprise” he said. She looked at him slightly in confusion, he noticed this and then spoke again “It’s about half an hours drive; you’ll just have to wait and see.”
She giggled and said “Fine.” After a moment of silence Trent spoke again, “if you like it there, we can go to the store and get something to eat and snacks and have a picnic”, “sounds good” she said, and then continued to speak “so why didn’t you want to go out for lunch?” he hesitated before answering, trying to place his words so it made sense, but then just simply said “I don’t like going out, particularly out to public places” he stopped for a breath and spoke again “I like being in quiet places, like my apartment, or where we are going”
She nodded her head. It made sense, considering what Byron had said about him. But he seemed far friendlier than he was described as.
They finally got to where Trent was planning on taking them. He turned into a dirt road and drove, there were tree’s to the right, like a forest. He came up to a lake, a fairly big one and there were tree’s from the right going round the back towards the left and began to thin out and stop. The grass was greener than green, it looked almost like a golf Corse, but without the holes. He parked the car and got out, Megan got out as well and walked towards the front of the car and rested on it while viewing the landscape.
Up a hill, in the distance was a house. It was rather big, and a double story, it was painted white, with a dark, almost black roof. There was also a porch at the back, which they were facing. There was a long fence dividing the house and the lake.
Trent smile and then said “so this is it.” He folded his arms proudly.
“It’s beautiful, Trent. But doesn’t someone own this place?” he nodded “I do, but not the house. This used to be once a big piece of property which my parents owned. They died and left it for me. I sold the house but kept this place. I couldn’t sell this half, it means way too much to me. I always come here to think, no matter what time it is. Just the air out here and everything makes it nice to clear ones head” he answered while smiling.
She nodded in understanding and returned the smile. He stuck out his hand “so, shall we?” She looked at him, and took his hand and they walked towards the lake. “If you think this is amazing, you should be inside the forest, now that’s truly amazing” Trent commented. They both gazed at the forest, “isn’t it creepy in there?” asked Megan, “nah, not for me” he looked at her “and not if you’re with someone you feel safe with” she smiled with almost a twinkle in her eye.
Trent began turning around “c’mon, you must be hungry, lets get something to eat. I know a garage near by that’ll have snacks and stuff”. They walked back to the car and again Trent opened the door for her, like a real gentleman. As she was about to climb in, he pulled her back and looked her in the eye and kissed her tenderly, he pulled back and let her get in the car. He walked round to the drivers’ side and got in and drove to the garage he was talking about. On the way there he thought to himself. What the fuck is wrong with me? How could I allow myself to do this? I’m bringing her here and making a move on here. I’m falling for her, and falling hard.
He was falling for her alright; but he had no idea how hard.
They arrived at the garage and got out. They got 3 bags of chips; one was tomato flavor Fritos, the other was barbeque flavored and the other one was cheese Doritos, along with that they got a bottle of coke and Trent got a six pack of Hunters.
This time they parked closer to the forest, with the boot of the car facing the lake. Trent folded the back row of seats so the boot had more space and opened the boot door and climbed in, with Megan joining him. Trent opened a beer and Megan opened a packet of chips. While she was eating the chips and staring at the lake, Trent was drinking his beer and staring at her, admiring her beauty. She was one of those people who were naturally beautiful. Her skin was soft and smooth, and her hair was a dirty blond color and as soft as silk, with the most amazing blue eyes.
She noticed him staring at here and yelled “hey!” in a playful tone.
He giggled and said “sorry, couldn’t help myself”.
She reached for a chip in the packet but Trent stopped her “here, let me” and he took out a chip and fed it to her. As soon as she was done chewing he couldn’t resist and moved forward to kiss her. The more they got into it, the more he moved closer, until she was lying down and he was almost on top of her. He moved his hand over her stomach and slowly slid his hand under her shirt and began caressing her stomach. They were interrupted by Megan’s phone which was ringing. He almost didn’t get off of her; he was enjoying it that much, but eventually stopped. She answered her phone, it was April, her best friend. After a brief conversation with her, she got off the phone. Trent looked at her expectantly. “It was a friend of mine, April. She wanted to know what I was doing today, but I told her I was with you” she answered his unasked question. “Oh right, sweet. Now, where were we?” He asked and winked. He was sitting up, and patted his lap, showing her to get on top of him. She did so, with one leg on each side. Lucky she wasn’t wearing a skirt. He sat with his legs straight and his arms supporting him up, while she was on top of him. She put her hands on his face and began kissing him. Coincidently this time his phone rang. He was about to swear, but decided against it and just answered his phone. He rested on his elbows while he spoke on the phone.
Trent answered his phone. “Hello?”
“Hey Trent, it’s me; Byron.” replied the voice on the other end.
“Oh hey, what’s up?” he asked.
“I need you do to me a big favor. I’d ask Scot, but the dick isn’t answering his damn phone” Said Byron with irritation in his voice.
“Sure, what is it?”
“I forgot to hand out something important to you guys. It’s in my office somewhere. I have all the pages printed out. I just forgot to hand it out, I’m such an idiot. Anyway, so could you try get a hold of Scot and get those notes? There is an assignment in here that need’s to be done, and the notes explain how to do it. Can I rely on you to get them and hand it out?”
“Uh, I guess I could. Now?”
“When ever is best for you. But you need it tomorrow or you’ll be behind.”
“Ok, I’ll get it done”
“Thanks man. Byes”
“Bye” Trent closed his phone.
“Who was that?” Megan asked.
“It was Byron. I need to pick up notes for his classes. This is why you should not be the teachers pet. Or hang out with your lecturers after school.”
He sat up again, and kissed her. “Ok, would you mind if we went now? The sooner I get this done, the better”
She looked at her watch, it was 3:34 PM, and nodded. She slowly got off of him, and he sat up and climbed out the car, followed by her. He closed the boot and was about to walk to his side of the door, but quickly turned around and ran past her to get to her side of the car. Again before she got in, he kissed her. He felt bad for stopping the wonderful afternoon they were having. But he needed to get this done as soon as possible, or he would get too caught up in her, which he feared was already happening.

End of Part Two. I'm also not properly finished with this. I'll get round to it one day.

Part Three.

Trent felt the urges building up. He loved Megan he truly did, even though they had only been together a short time. But he wanted to hurt her, make her scream, like he did to the hookers, “fucking bitches deserved it anyway” he muttered to himself. He didn’t want Megan hurt, he cared about her deeply, as much as he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy, but there was this side of him, the inner monster that wanted to hurt. Trent’s goodwill was stronger and because of Megan, but he didn’t know how much longer he could hold off before he snapped. He needed to let it out, and the dog he had slaughtered earlier wasn’t good enough. Byron was beginning to get on his nerves, but he would never to go up against Byron. Simply because he respected him to much, but that didn’t change to fact that he didn’t want him around Megan.

He got in his car and sat behind the wheel for a minute before starting it up. “Time to stalk someone” he said, and drove off. He didn’t know who he was after. He was thinking of someone from college but it would have been too risky and he could easily be a suspect. He needed to go for a stranger, someone no-one would miss. Out of no where Ryan popped into his head, he didn’t like Ryan much, but he wouldn’t go after him just because he was Byron’s son. He sat for a bit and thought. If he did go for someone from college, it had to be a loner and no have no connection to him at all. He thought about this idea for a bit and then ruled out the idea of getting a student.

He drove around town for a while and ended up in a scruffy part of town. He drove to a small shopping center and parked his car in the parking lot. He parked so he had a clear view of all the cars the entrance and everyone who entered and left the building. He examined each person from his car and particularly noticed a white male leaving the shop. He looked as if he was in his early twenties. He was wearing clothes that seemed as if they hadn’t been washed in a while. Trent saw he was carrying a pack of Bud Light beer and got in a blue City Golf which looked pretty old. “You’ll defiantly deserve to die if you have such bad taste in beer” he mumbled to himself.
He started his car and followed the possible victim to his home.
He ended up by a run down apartment building. The area was very poor and didn’t look very safe. He looked as if he lived alone. Trent took down the address of the apartment and the possible victims’ license plate number and the ones around him. He stuck around for a while and then drove home. He had some research to do. He needed to find out who he was, what he did, his family and friends and any other important information. He found out he was a 22 year boy by the name of Tom Bailey, and as Trent had suspected he had no friends and didn’t keep in touch with his family. He dropped out of school in grade 10 and had been working in odd jobs ever since. His current job is working at a pizza place. Trent muttered to himself again “and now you are working as a pizza boy. Tool.”
Trent got his shift times, and on the specific Thursday that Trent had planned everything to go down, his shift ended at 8 pm. Trent waited outside of the pizza parlor for Tom’s shift to end. He saw him leave the building and walk towards the car. Trent started his car up and beat Tom back to his apartment. He waited in the parking lot for Tom. The night was quiet and the neighborhood was pretty dead, the apartment building was even worse, so he had nothing to worry about in terms of being seen.
The unsuspecting Tom Bailey got out his car and closed the door when Trent came up to him as silent as a shadow and grabbed him around the neck and wrapped a cloth with chloroform around his mouth.
Tom was out and Trent put him in the back seat of the car. Trent drove to his cottage an hour and a half’s drive out of town in the middle of nowhere. This is where all Trents ‘slaughtering’ took place. He referred to the cottage as The Slaughter House. He considered this his safe place. The place he was completely untouchable. He was God here.
He looked back at Tom lying still in the back. He finally arrived at the cottage. He unlocked the door and walked back to the car to get Tom. He pulled him out the car and he fell on the ground. He dragged him across the ground into the cottage, he locked the car door. Tom was still lying dead still on the cottage floor.
Trent moved the couch along with the rug out of the way so he could open the trap door. He grabbed Tom by his feet again and dragged him down the stairs and Toms head hit all 21 steps. He undressed him and lifted him onto an autopsy table which he had modified.
The table was stainless steel and had leather straps, one for each arm, each leg and the forehead, which he could use to tie his victims down. He had also installed hydraulics so the bed could tilt from side to side and vertically. This was just one of the many instruments he uses to torture his victims. **

He strapped him down tightly and left the room. Before he left he turned the light off. He closed the trap door but didn’t bother moving the couch or rug back in place.
He walked to the fridge and poured himself some brandy and coke, he went and sat down on the couch and just thought for a bit. A few moments later his phone rang, he pulled it out of his pocket and saw the caller was Megan, he just held the phone in his hand and stared at it. He didn’t bother answering; he didn’t have time for Megan. She would only ruin the night and get in the way of his thinking. He downed his drink and got up and walked to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. An hour later he heard calling from downstairs. He got up and walked into the lounge. He opened the trap door and crept down the stairs. He taunted Tom by whispering you’re going to die over and over. The room was pitch dark and neither of them could see anything, but Trent didn’t need to. He knew exactly what was where.
Tom lay on the table and began sobbing. He was fully awake by now. He could hear Trent’s frightening whispers and heavy breathing. He tried to move around by couldn’t at all.
“Wh… Who are you? What do you want from me?” he called out.
The breathing and whispers stopped and the room was silent. The only sound was Tom’s soft crying.
Trent crept up to Tom from behind and looked over his face. Tom couldn’t hear or feel Trent’s presence at all. Suddenly Trent turned on a lamp looking over the table and said to Tom “you are going to die.”
Tom began crying hard now. He couldn’t even manage to get a word out. Trent turned the top light on as well and looked at Tom as tears fell from his face. Trent put on a white coat, some gloves and a pair of gumboots.
He walked behind Tom and moved his mouth right up against Tom’s ear and whispered “time to die.”
He opened a drawer and pulled out a very sharp butcher’s knife. He positioned the tip if the knife in the middle of Tom’s flabby chest and laughed. He pushed down softly and pulled back slowly. Blood began to come out of Tom’s chest. Tom started screaming now. Trent walked over to a hi-fi he had and turned it on. Inside he had a CD with a mix of Disturbs songs on. He turned the volume up to the maximum number. Because the hi-fi was of good quality, the sound was excellent. He walked back over to Tom and placed the knife in the original spot he had put it. He pushed down really deep now and pulled back even slower. The screams grew louder and almost unbearable, but Trent was rather used to it by now and the screams excited him even more. The mixture between the cries and screams and Disturbed was music to his ears.
As he began slicing Tom up, he pictured it being Megan. He closed his eyes and shook his head and opened them again, but Megan was still lying there. He closed them again and rubbed his face with his arm and opened them again. Megan was still on the table, calling his name, begging him to stop.
He tried to push the emotions aside and went crazy on Tom. He tore him apart and the mess was unbelievable.
When he was finished he still saw Megan lying there. He stumbled back slowly and bumped against the drawers. He slid down slowly and began trembling. He reached his hand inside one of the drawers and pulled out a small sharp knife. He held the blade in his hand and blood started dropping on his knee. He opened his hand up and looked at it. He took the blade in his right hand and turned his left arm over. He began cutting the underside of his arm. The cuts were pretty deep, but not deep enough for stitches.
Trent got up and cleaned his arm. He bandaged it and then got to work cleaning little of what was left of Tom.
When he was done he took a long hot shower. He still could hear Megan crying. Trent couldn’t understand why he kept seeing her. It made no sense to him; he’s had hundreds of victims. The whole point of this night was to get rid of the urges, not create more.
He got out the shower and into bed. That night he had nightmare of hurting Megan. Of her finding out his secretes, and who he really was, what he was really like. He woke up round 3:30 Am and got dressed. He could no longer sleep and decided to drive back to his apartment.

End of part three.
This is my most fave one. Its finally getting to the point of the story. Showing the true side of this guy.
Lol, I know the victims name is Tom. But it has nothing to do with you Tom. :$ :rofl:
Anyway, thats it for now. :)

... Meh.. What are the chances...

its really long i read the first part and liked it tho. :thumbsup:

I'll give you that. :D
Yeah, it is really long. I don't actually expect anyone to read it, knowing this place, lol. But thanks for that. :) If you get time, then read the other parts. And I'll rep you again as soon as I can.

:thumbsup:

damn I can't rep you:@

but damn for real I enjoy reading all three parts!!!!:)(H)
poor Tom!:S
lol and how in the fuck could he stay in there(lol at least he drove back to his apartment) after killing Tom............he got some serious issues lol:idontknow:
I'm loving Trent!!
Trent:iloveyou::rofl:(A)

p.s: you have to finish that story:);)

:thumbsup:!!!!

damn I can't rep you

but damn for real I enjoy reading all three parts!!!!
poor Tom!
lol and how in the fuck could he stay in there(lol at least he drove back to his apartment) after killing Tom............he got some serious issues lol
I'm loving Trent!!
Trent

p.s: you have to finish that story
Thank you! :)
Yeah, this guy has some serious issues.
I've done all these other stories, with Byron and Scot and that family, and then I brought Trent in, just someone Byron had met and became friends with. But then as I was creating him, I just got a whole lot more interested in him, than anything else. My goal (kinda) is to make the readers like Trent, even though he is abit of a sick fuck. But he's real cool.

Anyway, I got more on the way. There's the part when Trent and Megan meet, and then this other part, of Trent coming home from the slaughter house. That part is pretty cool. There's nothing really special about it. Just things between the characters get heated, and alot more of who everyone is, is revealed.

Please read. :)

will do. if its not too l0ong

yeah I'm loving Trent lmao!!!He is like so cool
and well yeah I want to read all of them!!!!!if you post them!!!;)
and I don't have a problem if it's long :)

lol@ i dont have a problem if its long. :rofl::nonono:

Lol, sorry for you The One. It's bloody long. This other part I'm busy on is 6 and a half pages, back to back.

I'll get to typing it out as soon as possible. Aka, when I'm in the mood.

ugh:mad: fine ill read it when im boreed.

Thank you. :)

:thumbsup:

:D
Take it there is going to be no one else reading this all the way through and leaving feed?

i read the last part and enjoyed it. better than the first part.

Thank you. :)
Whys it better?

the first part is kinda slow cuz its the first part. but now it geets into the meat of the story.

Yesh. Makes sense.

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