🅁🄴🄼🄾🅁🅂🄴 𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 8

Your POV

"It says on your file that your mother died when you were sixteen, is this correct?" He spoke and I nodded, not getting a shock since that was the truth.

"We're you ever.....neglected, at home? Abused or mistreated by your father?" He asked and I shook my head, receiving a shock that made me jump.

It didn't hurt as much as it did surprise me.

"Tell me more about your father." He folded his hands in front of him.

"He worked at an aluminum plant. He wasn't home a lot." I shrugged.

"That would be considered a form of neglect, Y/n. Leaving a minor unattended for so long. I'm sure after a certain amount of time, you started to develop some.......ways to get over your boredom." He spoke suggestively.

"No, I didn't kill people because I was bored for your information." My top lip twitched up in an almost snarl.

I didn't receive a shock, which I was thankful for. I wasn't telling the whole truth. I didn't kill people because of boredom, I wasn't that much of a sociopath.

"Then why did you?" He seemed curious.

I though about my answer, trying to figure out a way to mix in a truth with a few lies so that the machine wouldn't electrocute me again.

"I did it to see how far I could go. I got away with my first so easily, so why couldn't I do it again? And again, and again? Besides, I had a fairly clever way of getting rid of the evidence." I smiled once I didn't receive a shock. But I didn't expect a shock anyways, since I was telling the truth.

"Would you say that you did all of this for the attention of your father? Maybe as a way for him to notice you?" He spoke as if he already knew the answer, and I could almost see it in his eyes. He was waiting for me to get shocked.

"I never wanted attention." A stronger shock was administered and I gritted my teeth. "Not from him, anyways. My dad ale has said that I should leave behind a legacy, and in a way, I did." I smirked evilly at him from my chair.

⚠️GRAPHIC⚠️

"We'll come back to this topic. You said you had a clever way to hide the remains. Care to tell what your method was for ridding the bones from human flesh?" He showed a picture of some of the bones that were found.

"Easy. I fed them to the pigs. They sucked the bones clean. The bones didn't smell that way, so it was harder for anyone to find them." I shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

**END GRAPHIC SCENE**

"Now about your victims. Usually killers like you go after people that owe them money, people that have wronged them, or some other reason that they think justifies murdering people. You, on the other hand, don't have a pattern. There's no uniform in the people's lives you took." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." I grunted at the stronger shock, but laughed it off. "I just took anyone." I let out a gasp at the shock that was much larger than the last one. "Would you quit turning that thing up?!" I tried to catch my breath before I spoke again.

Fury just stared at me with slight amusement. I rested for a moment, trying to gain what little composure I had left.

"A phone book. I used a phone book. I flipped through to random pages, whatever my finger landed on was who I hunted down." My voice was quiet, and I cursed myself for giving in this easy.