The Diary of an Inhuman Serial Killer

It was nice to drug you

It's only been about thirty minutes until the drugs started to kick in. Leon was slurring his words as he tried to flirt with me, I almost died from second-hand embarrassment as he hugged my shoulders, cheeks flushed, and in the best flirtatious voice he could do, he whispered "Want to go to my place?" into my ear.

I admit that I'm not an extrovert, I f*cking hate being social. I've only been here for about two hours and yet I'm ready to just isolate myself in my home until I need to find someone else, meaning that you have no idea how relieved I was when he said those words. I faced him and pretended to be drunk myself, which in hindsight, I realize that was stupid since I already told him that I'm not old enough to drink, so that was just wasted effort. Anyhow, I kissed him. Very passionately, might I add. After about thirty seconds of our tongues playing ring-a-round-a-rosy, I gasped for air. Placing my hand on his chest I whispered back, "How about we go to mine?"

He smirked as he followed me as we walked out the club and got into my car. I'm fairly sure he had absolutely no idea what the hell was happening, he was just telling me how sexy I looked from the backseat and telling me that this would be "a night I won't ever forget". I smirked mischievously, "I sure hope you aren't all talk, loverboy."

"Looks like you just have to wait and see." It's not like I don't hate confident people, but there's a fine line between being confident and being straight up arrogant. I don't know what I've would've done if he hadn't suggested to leave when he did, because I wouldn't have been able to deal with his bullsh*t much longer. After about fifteen minutes, we arrived at the house. It was a modest one story home along a trail that leads to a highway. I parked the car and turned to him, and checked him out while biting my bottom lip, "We're here."

We were walking towards the front door as I giggled embarrassedly, "Do you mind if I put handcuffs on you?" He looked at me surprised. He definitely didn't expect me to be the the type of girl to do something like that.

"D*mn, girl. Nah, I don't mind kinky sh*t. Plus, it's been a while since I had a girl on top of me," He smirked as he grabbed my *ss.

It's almost over, just hold on a little longer, it'll be worth it.

I held in the urge to slap him as I lead him to a room. I grabbed the cuffs and motioned him to lie down. As he did, I secure the cuffs which I attached to the bed shelf. I did the same with his legs. After making sure he couldn't get out of them, I collapsed next to him, exhausted.

"What are you doing?" I positioned myself with my head next to his chest, knees to my chest. I was tracing doodles with my finger on his stomach.

"I drugged you," I answered. It took him a second to realize what I said and what that meant due to how casually I said it. He looked at me, completely in utter shock. I glanced up to return his gaze.

"W-what?" He stammered. Leon was in denial, I killed enough people and seen enough reactions to know that much. I got on my knees and place my head right above his, and repeated the sentence slowly.

"I. Drugged. You."

As soon as I said that, he gasped in pain. I knew it was from pain, because at that moment my body felt a little less fuzzy. I looked at him in confusion, as if I had no idea what was happening, "Something wrong, sweetie?"

"C-can y-you... y-y-you ge-t me some- some w-water?" He was gasping for air, his face was covered in sweat, he attempts to tug on the cuffs, wanting to get away. Wanting to get out of this house. Wanting to get away from me.

And I was living for it.

Literally.

I returned to the fetus position and continued to pretend that my finger was a canvas and his soon-to-be corpse is the canvas. "No, I don't think I want to." I needed more. I needed his pain. I needed his life. He's despair is my hope, and I can't get enough. He was coughing up a storm, and he wasn't able to turn around so all the spit and blood he ejected came right back. It was beautiful.

"Wh-what d-did I do?" He was sobbing, which was expected. There's a reason why people usually take medication after they eat. When you take medicines, they usually dissolve in your stomach, and the food you eat beforehand help reduce the side effects that the medicines can cause, such as irritation, indigestion, and inflammation. However, if you take meds without eating, especially as many as Leon unknowingly did, your stomach is left empty with no food to protect the stomach walls. Therefore, the side effects can become severely worse.

I sat up and laid against the bed shelf, quietly watching as the poor boy's body slowly dies. Every gasp and cough he did was rewarding me with a feeling of ecstasy. The sleeping pills were finally taking effect as Leon was desperately trying to breath as he did a combination of both coughing and yawning, his facial expression were so weirdly funny I couldn't stop a giggle from coming out.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm being rude. After all, you are my guest," I grinned as Leon struggles to keep his eyes opened. His mouth was covered in blood and between every gasp and cough he screamed as much and as loud as he could. Begging for anyone, anybody, to help him. Someone to save him from his inevitable fate. I didn't even try to hide my delight as he started choking even more from the blood and spit his body is desperately trying to reject. His cries for mercy are merely whispers at this point.

"Plea-please, ha-have mercy!" His face was covered in sweat, spit, and blood. Any normal person that saw his current state would've gone to help him, but I was too occupied by the feverish frenzy I was experiencing. Of course I wasn't going to let him live, the climax was about to happen, I can feel it.

He began to gag and eventually started vomiting, but since he hadn't eaten, his face now had hydrochloric acid along with the other bodily fluids. He started silent choking, meaning that he only had a matter of seconds left. I gently got on top of him and kneeled over his face. I moved his wet hair out of his face, and I whispered, "I'm sorry, mercy is something I don't have." And a few seconds after that, he stopped coughing. His body stayed motionless as I stared at his lifeless face. I was gasping with delight, wondering why I waited this long to kill. The adrenaline combine of his suffering put me in such a high I couldn't stop gushing.

I looked at the clock next to the bed

2:38 am.

I finally grabbed hold of myself, my adrenaline was wearing down but I was still able to drag his body to the kitchen. As I did, his wallet fell out of his jeans. And at this point, he still never told me his name. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up, and that's when I finally got his name: Leon Matthews, age 31.

"How did someone who was named 'Leon Matthews' become a f*ckboy?" I asked out loud. I grabbed the cash and realized I forgot to take his phone. Reaching for the body I took his phone and grabbed his SIM card. After mugging the dead person, I placed him in the freezer. I grabbed some clothes hidden in a compartment in the bed mattress, and went to take a shower. I don't mind dead bodies, but I prefer to not have puke on me.

You have no clue how much I wish I could describe you what I was feeling. I was on cloud nine and felt like nothing can bring me back down. The warm water from the showerhead washed away any trace of Leon off of me. After getting changed I placed the SIM card and the cash inside my purse as I went outside. I remembered then that Mason told me that he delivered the money, so I opened the mailbox and inside it was a thick envelope. I opened it and was greeted with a stack of hundreds. I counted them to make sure Mason didn't try scam me, which he has tried before, but he proved my distrust wrong as I counted ten grand. I put the money back in the envelope and got in the car.

I drove in a random direction for about an hour as I threw the SIM card at a random gas station. I grabbed my phone, my burner phone to be precise, and I texted Mason about the new body.