the serial killer [h.s]

2.

" dear mrs malik.

you've probably noticed that your son has been missing for days, and as the whole town knows if someone's missing then he's 99 per cent dead, which in this case is 100 per cent. by who? boom boom me.

you must be really proud of your son, after all i took so much pleasure at killing him it's like i killed a piece of art. he was really handsome. anyway, let's get to the details, shall we?

i met your son at the park a week ago,
i almost fell for his looks, he was shy. i mean ya know first time meeting a murderer and stuff. i used my magical charm and boom i brought him to the woods, there is a house that stands not far from where i took him. we went there. we chatted a little and drank tea. be flattered after all, not all of my victims had the privilege to drink tea.
he told me that he loved art and his mum blabla since i'm not exactly the type of person that likes talking about emotions and love i went straight to the point.

tic tac tic tac. things are getting wild, prepare yourself. (no sex promise)

i tied his hands and feet and gagged him with a piece of dirty rag i picked out of the dump. then i burned his clothes ya know the usual, i cut off his ears - nose - hands - slit his mouth from ear to ear. gougged out his eyes. he was already dead by then. then i cut him thru the middle of his body. just bellow his belly button and then i buried his body, somewhere where no one can found him booooouh.
i sent you his eyes though, ya know keepsake from your lovely friend.

if it makes you happy, your son didn't shed a tear. all my victims did.

"tell my mom that i love her."

cordially, your sweet and lovely friend, K.

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that fucking bitch. she killed my best friend. she killed my sister. i fucking hate her; i fucking hate her with all my fucking guts.
she destroyed my life. she destroyed every single thind that i was attached to.

my sister, zayn, were the only family i had left. everyone left in my miserable life. every single one.

zayn was the last one, he didn't deserve this. he didn't deserve all of this, he was supposed to realise his dreams and become an artist. and he loved art. he really did. he was the only one here for me; he was the only one that supported me. the only one that helped me through every fuckig thing.

i hate her so so so much. the thing is that i know that she's a girl. she can't be that strong. i don't want to report her to the police i don't know anything about her and damn i don't want her to spend 20 years behind bars. i want her to die, i want to kill her.

zayn told me a week ago that he was going to the park, after 1 hour i received a text from him saying that he met a hot girl and that she invited him over. i've been searching for the person that destroyed my happiness since my sister was murdered.
i was 100 per cent sure that it was a man, but she's not.

i'm gonna find her, i don't know how but i will, i'm gonna destroy her, kill her like she killed my sister and zayn. i'm going to torture her until she dies.

she's going to suffer like i suffered.
maybe even more.

and yes that's harry talking. hope you'll enjoy this because things are getting pretty wild.