The silent thrill

The reconkoning

I purposely train down a dark ally. There's two brick buildings down either side with rows of trash cans on each side. I pretend to be on my phone, oblivious to the rest of the world. My favorite part of this game is seeing what attracts predators. I crafted this outfit to bait men. I had red fishnets underneath my booty shorts. I don't quite think these are considered shorts, but it'll do. I picked a tank top that had a very  low V-cut. My breasts were inches away from slipping out. As I walked nonchalantly into this alley way, I made sure I had one hand in my bag grasping my blade. I stopped dead center of the alley way, phone in hand, scrolling through Instagram. Just then I hear heavy footsteps behind me. I tighten my grasp on my blade, and position it.
"What's a pretty girl doing alone through here huh?"
Without turning around, I could tell this guy was two sheets to the wind drunk. His voice was deep and raspy.
"Nothing much. I am free after all, free to do what I want."
I flirt back, still not looking at the man.
"Well, I know what I want to do to you. Your body's curves are so sexy, you look so young baby."
The man reached out at me. I turned swiftly to face him.
"Wow. What a gentleman we have here, I am a bit needy for some male attention."
I took my hand with the blade out of my bag, and wrapped my arms around this man. I put my breasts up to his chest, and my hips matched his.
"W-wow. Are you a stripper or whore? Because sweetheart I'm ready to pay."
His body was sickening, his words were awful. But I was awful. And I do love being awful. I swiftly stabbed his back multiple times up and down his spine. I aimed a particularly hard thrust into his spine. The man groaned and whimpered, then fell once I stabbed his spine. I dodged his heavy body as he went down. I spiraled out of control. I rolled him over, and sliced his torso up. The blood spilling out everywhere was mesmerizing! I was lost in time. My last and only joy in life was murdering. His foul language was what made me decide. He was most definitely a perv who needed this. Once I was done tearing him to shreds, I drug his body to my car. Blood trailed behind me in globs. There was a distinctive traceable trail left behind. I lifted this heavy man into my drunk. I had plastic lined my trunk previously. I closed the trunk, then quickly slipped on a black, modest dress that covered my bloody clothes. I went back over the blood trail, and sprayed ammonia over the blood. Ammonia makes the blood unrecognizable. I head back to my car, feeling like a job well done. I drive home like I didn't have a heavy dead bleeding corpse in my truck, because this was normal. To me it's like getting a bunch of groceries. I drove out to my cabin. It was fairly far out and took most of the night to reach. Dawn was breaking when I pulled up. It was off trail and deep into the forest. There was an overgrown old shack that I had claimed. I drug out the man with the plastic encasing him in it. I drug him into the massive well outside of the cabin. And just like that, I tossed him in. It took a few seconds for a thud to be heard. I use this well to decompose my victims. Every so often I pour beetles down there to feast. One victim I had was utterly vile. He had just gotten out of prison for raping a five year old, so I slashed him up and down and dumped him in alive. I left the beetles and rats to eat him. The fall most certainly breaks bones. But the ribs of the already deceased act as spikes to impale. I call this my bone bath. The shack is used for further torturing. I keep my massive blades and torture tools inside. After all, I love seeing the blood ooze out. I take off my dress and my bait clothes. I throw both in my barrel of hydrochloride acid. In a few days time, such contents will be threads if not nothing. I walk back to my car naked, and feeling joyous. I lay on the hood, watching the sun rise. Nature is beautiful. Nature is natural. What I do is not. But I believe if I should kill somebody, it might as well be men who deserve it. I take lives for revenge. I am happy with who I am, and what I have become.

TWO DAYS PASS

I slip on my regular sports bra, and a pair of spats. I need to workout. I took enough time off from last job. I am ready. I take my car to the local gym, and start pumping iron and doing cardio. I get a shit ton of disgusted stares from others in the gym. My biceps and forearms are bigger then most men here. For killing and lugging men around that are bigger then me, I need to be fit. Killing also provides me money from the victims wallet and card. I need to be efficient in killing to make a living. I spend most of the day working out. But someone caught my eye. A taller lady had got on the treadmill right next to me. Unlike the skinny girls who work out here, this lady had some cannons. Both her breast's and her arms. She had a stocky build. Her appearance caught me off guard. I was quite Literally staring at her body.