instig74
Forum Regular
When I was 15 my parent/guardians got me a work experience role as per high school course-work at a local court house as they had dreams of my becoming a lawyer which were not to be. I had just discovered a story in a crime magazine about Dennis Nilsen which fascinated me and I was a devotee of horror films like Tenebrae, Coma, and Pieces by this age. I didn't understand myself but was already ahead of myself.
I wanted to see the gory stuff but doubted any opportunity would arise but I was put under the care of this lazy clerk who basically gave me all her filing to do and sent me away unsupervised into these vaults of files which you opened with handles releasing the closed shelving like a door. i searched immediately for those which fed my nascent desires.
I spent a lot of time nervously peeking into files of male suicides, death by misadventure and coveted them and went back to a couple over the days with a bulging erection I feared and felt driven by. I wanted to steal a photo but fear and guilt prevented the action. So many CDG from decades were stored there in cardboard folders. Hangings, car accidents, broken necks, drownings... a beginning.
I wanted to see the gory stuff but doubted any opportunity would arise but I was put under the care of this lazy clerk who basically gave me all her filing to do and sent me away unsupervised into these vaults of files which you opened with handles releasing the closed shelving like a door. i searched immediately for those which fed my nascent desires.
I spent a lot of time nervously peeking into files of male suicides, death by misadventure and coveted them and went back to a couple over the days with a bulging erection I feared and felt driven by. I wanted to steal a photo but fear and guilt prevented the action. So many CDG from decades were stored there in cardboard folders. Hangings, car accidents, broken necks, drownings... a beginning.