Oh it is.
Really?
Are you familiar with the works of Shan Yu?
There may be an ‘art’ to any given act of sadism but, in my opinion, it’s still just “sadistic crap legitimised by florid prose,” not an artform.
At the end of the day, sadists are just common or garden narcissists, not artists … no matter what pillow-talk their over-inflated egos might whisper to them in the dark night of their black and wizened souls — if, indeed, they even have souls.
I should know — I am one. [1]
A true artful sadist doesn’t need to do much but encourage the human mind to imagine the worst. If there’s anything anyone can do to you that’s worse than what your mind can do to itself, you’re a pitiful dull person.
True, but … on the other hand … I’m not sure many people have such a vivid imagination as I — nor such a vengeful nature.
So … although it would be no more than a truism to say that the rest of the human race is pitifully dull in comparison [2] … I do have to question to what degree that is an accurate assessment; I suspect that many people only think their fears, phobias and nightmares are more terrifying than anything anyone else could ever devise because they haven’t yet encountered me.
But, being serious for a moment … as I am, at least ocasionally, wont to be … absolutely. The darkest thing I ever envisage doing to someone is always psychological … albeit that it often entails the realisation that, to truely carry out my darkest plans to terrify someone, I would actually have to do some horrific things to others first … in full view of my victim, so that the true torture consisted of their wondering what I was going to do to them when I finally turned my attention in their direction rather than actually doing anything to them — I’d have to torture and murder others in front of an audience of one … the true victim … and the others would be mere props, so to speak.
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[1] Or, at least, I suspect I may be; there are some disturbing aspects to my nature that I really should investigate some time — if only I didn’t recoil in horror at a) the narcissexual quality of such introspection … b) have so much fun with them.
[2] No, I don’t really mean that. [3]
[3] Or do I? ;-D
