Mafia Queen [paused]

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I know things I don't want to know.

Things that doesn't faze me anymore since I was six.

Things that doesn't even scare me after it happened right in front of me.

Things about different killers that I really don't want to know.

A true psychopathic killer is not your ordinary garden-variety murderer. Not like a random guy who unloads his gun into a scared hapless liquor store clerk. Not like an insecure wife who murders her husband in cold-blood over a real or imagined affair. Not like a jealous man who bursts into his boss's office and blows his little off.

Real psychopaths aren't motivated by love, fear or hatred. They don't feel those sorts of emotions.

They don't feel anything at all. Trust me on that one.

Dr. Harold, Dahmer, Wayne Gacy, Amardeep Sada, and other twisted-killers were detached and different, driven by different sexual pleasure and the thrill to kill. If you think you will see remorse or you saw remorse in one of their eyes when they confessed their killing, it was in your own mind.

From my experience, what distinguishes psychopaths from other killers is that they don't give a fuck. They don't care. Not about their victims lives. Not about their deaths.

They can pretend to care but they really don't. They can mimic human emotions or feelings to lure their victims and prey—closer and closer. If they've had their kill, it's on to the next thrill, with no hold backs, no barriers, no boundaries.

I had my self-delusion to support and an expense account to justify, so I bulled my way into the black heart of a vile and compelling crime spree. I've always known and I've always been ready so I've known that not by my own devising I'd become part of the story and now I see it, I've been selected by a profoundly psychotic killer with a cherished self-delusion of her own.

Arianna is a skillful, elusive, and as most would say, a first-rate monster.

That was what was crossing my mind as the screams of someone hits my ears when I woke up an hour ago.

I found myself hanging in the middle of a cell with metallic walls and a CCTV camera following my every move.

After pulling at the chains to no avail, I decided to wait it out. Not after knocking out a guard who came to check up on my by stupidly standing inches from me.

The buzz and click of the door makes me turn my attention to it and I scoff when I see her enter the cell.

"Keeping me like this sure makes me feel special, Huntress."