Why would anyone write a "fictional" detailed, first-person account of how he tortured and killed his dog and post it on an internet site?

The author uses the psuedonym, Shrinkboy. The site advertises itself as a cyberspace where legitimate authors, agents and publishers hang out and network. They even sponser a Writers Conference. It looked interesting, so I signed up for a Trial Membership. When I got my password, I logged on and began exploring. I clicked on Writing Excerpts, because I wanted to see what sorts of things other writers were posting.

I still can't believe it. It was worse than pornography. It is absolutely the worst thing I have ever read. It was not literature. It was not art. It was sick, and disgusting and obscene. It literally gave me nightmares. I tossed and turned all night, until Bao finally jumped down off the bed and slept on the floor.

You have to be a member before you can access the site, which I suppose is how they get away with it. In case you're wondering, the site is called Backspace, and Shrinkboy's opus is titled, Sheba Was a Good Dog. Avoid it, unless you've got a twisted mind and a very strong stomach. Needless to say, I've cancelled my membership. I just don't need this kind of ugliness in my life. Nobody does.