Sick Sensations

I engage in self-inflicted actions to experience pain, striking my own head and bed, flipping trays at hospitals for a reaction. I even wash my face in a toilet just to provoke shocked responses. When security attempts to restrain me, I challenge them, daring them to try and hold me down. Surprisingly, they back off and threaten violence, but I invite them to follow through, yet they never do. I stare them down, assessing them like a snake. Occasionally, I'll light a candle and burn myself with wax, even spilling it on sensitive areas. Sometimes, I'll strike my groin just to feel something, or cut my upper arms to create scars that provide sensation. In moments of aggression, I may corner someone in the kitchen, delivering punches to the head and kicks to the groin, and if they fall, I'll stomp on them. There are times when I contemplate defecating in my hands and throwing it at others like a monkey. I even drink from a red solo cup to taste the saltiness of urine, just to parch someone's throat. The darkest of my desires involve slitting my wrists and engaging in self-pleasure as my blood flows out, immersing myself in the crimson liquid. Written by AfterDeath_XXX