Never Underestimate A Women

A Killer Story- Part 5

"You know, it's not really nice to invade other people's space." I tell him.

He just continues to cry and, oh, that's lovely, he's coughing up blood now. I wait a moment or two before I take my knife and ever so slowly drag it across his neck. Applying more and more pressure as I get closer to the center of it. His eyes widened as he realized he was dying. It's my turn to laugh now.

Jeez, I forgot how good it feels to see the fear people hold in their eyes as they realize they are in their last moments. I wave him a goodbye as he takes his final breath. A feeling of relief washes over me. I really thought he was going to scream, I hate the screamers, they make everything ten times harder.

I sit there for a minute catching my breath as I wash my knife off in the river below the bridge. The police must have gotten all the bodies out of the river because there was no sign that anyone was here not even four hours ago. I walk back up to the man, waiting for my favorite part to start.

I place all my belongings and a ring he was wearing into my bag and place it to the side. Grabbing his legs, I dragged him to the edge of the bridge and wrapped my arms around him. I hoist him up and lean him over the railing. Wow, that was surprisingly easy. With a small push he goes flipping over the railing and descending to the river.

When his body meets the water the glorious sound of soft skin slamming into the harsh water fills my ears. Oh, how I have missed this. All of it. From the fighting, to the killing, to the body dumping. The feeling is like no other.