Short Stories

What Does Murder Feel Like?

"What does murder feel like?" You asked, staring into your latest victim's dead eyes.

They call you a psychopath and you don't argue, you like the name. For a long time you've been murdering undetected or suspected for the sake of trying to find out the exact feeling of murder.

"If only I knew what you felt." You told the dead man as you pushed him into the fire and washed your hands. You sat in your chair, staring into the fireplace and watched the crackling fire turn him to ashes.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to experiment with that a little more today." You decided. Putting on your coat and headed into the streets to seduce another victim, you pondered about the thought of fleeing death.

Family and previous friends sent you to rehab, but that was before the murdering. After escaping and claiming a new identity, you practiced the act of killing well into your days. Never once caught by authority, you were free to roam the streets in search of more unfortunate souls.

"Hello miss, how are you tonight?" You winked at a seemingly drunk woman stalking the streets.

"Mm... You've got a nice figure there." She smirked as she inspected you.

"What do you say we talk at my place?" I hinted, leaning close to her.

"Oooo! Sounds like someone wants to have some fun! I'll take you up on that offer." She tried to be seductive as she grabbed onto your arm. She laughed as you escorted her to your house.

Entering the room she sat on the sofa in the living room. "Let me get ready." You told her.

As soon as you entered the other room, you heard her unbutting herself and trying to look sexy. You chuckled at her foolishness while grabbing your knives and hiding them under your pant leg.

"Follow me..." You said, lingering outside the doorway. She got up and stumbled over to you, as you brought her to the sound proof room and shut the door. She threw herself on the bed and waited for you to come onto to her.

Pulling out the knives, she screamed and blocked her face with her arms. Being to drunk and defenseless, her muder was simple and clean. You stabbed her legs as to immobilize the drunk woman. Her screams traveled nowhere past the walls of the sound proof bearier.

You then proceeded to stabbed her eyes, turning them to mush. Almost expertly cutting through her torso and pulling out her stomach, appendix and spline. Deciding to end her life once and for all, you slit her throat and tossed her next to the once uncharred body of your previous victim.

"What does that feel like?" You asked her while watching her body burn in envy.

You felt different. Usually you would kill one or two people, asking the same question every time and then leave satisfied. But, today was different. You felt as if you needed to kill more, mass murder.

But you couldn't pull that off in one day, on such short notice too. So you thought you would go to a pub and seduce more drunks, and to make things more interesting, bring a group and tease them.

It's getting late so you hurried out the door after cleaning the blood.

"Hey there." You said winking at a group of guys. You're a cross dresser so usually others think you're a boy, but you decided to act as a girl today.

A couple of the older guys looked you up and down and nodded in approval. You showed off your skimpy dress and all your curves as you hung around them. Not too much later some started to leave which left you with two young men who had a perverted eye for women like you.

"Wanna come to my place?" You asked as you sat on one of their laps and grabbing the other guy's tie to bring him closer to you. They smirked to each other and one grabbed my butt as I got up.

"Sure thing." The taller one said, staring at your boobs.

Making your way to your house and bringing them into your room, they immediately jumped on you and got busy.

After a bit you told them you had a surprise and went to get your collection of knives but before you got up, one put a knife to your neck and the other smirked.

They then continued to pleasure themselves as you were forced not to move because of the knife they sprung on you. This is it you thought, you will finally feel the bliss of murder.

They slit your throat with ease and what happened to you after that you will never know. "Thank you," were your last words before your murder.