The First Night

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10 p.m. A tall dark haird man walks in the store. I'm at the register snacking on an apple. I pick him. He's going to be mine tonight... he should be easy. As he starts to walk up to the register I turn around and unbutton a button on my shirt then turn back around.
As I'm ringing up his items I notice him staring. He looks away quickly when he notices I caught him. I lean over the counter to make sure we're alone. After I'm sure we're alone I pull his face towards mine with the tip of my finger nail and give him a slight kiss. I come out from around the counter then lead him out back. As he's turned around undressing I slowly grab my knife out of my boot. He turned around and o gave him a sexy smirk. As he came closer and wrapped his arms around me, I brought my hand that had the knife in it around and stabbed him in the lower back. He groaned in pain. That was like music to my ears. He tried to get up and run but I quickly jumped on him and started stabbing him over and over until every square inch of his body had a knife wound in it.
I got a bag out of my trunk and stuffed him in that. Then threw him in the trunk and shut it. I got in the car and quickly changed my clothes then went back inside.
The rest of the night was boring. Not a single person worth killing came in.
After my shift I got in the car and drove to the lake and dumped the body. It gave me satisfaction to know that I'm the one responsible for killing and dumping this body.

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