It all started off so innocently. I don't even know how I ended up being at the town jail but here we are. "Ferid Bathory, would you care to explain why you killed a child?" I look up at the officer. "What do you mean sir? Me? Kill a child? Why, that's just so unclassy don't you think?" I ask. "Sure. Then why did we find this in your closet?" the officer asks, pulling out a dead child and lying it on the desk. "Oh my god, who could have done such a thing?" I ask like I have no idea how a dead child ended up dead on a desk. "I don't know what Ferid you tell us," I sat there. "Very well. You caught me," I stand up smiling, my long ponytail majestically flowing behind me. "And what are you swines going to do about it?" I ask. "Your going to be locked up is what's going to happen," he responds in a rather cold tone. I didn't appreciate that. "Oh my, how can I go to jail without being wined and dined first? I need to bring my China tea set and my wine glasses and my wine and my hair straightener. Oh my, I need to pack first, do I not?" "You won't need to bring anything with you but yourself. I hope you have fun in prison just remember you brought this on yourself," the police officer walks over to me to try and handcuff me. I get quite disgusted and give him the good old bitch slap. "How dare you lay your filthy hands on my porcelain white gloves you sick bastard!" I gasp. "That's enough Ferid you're going to jail," the officer says again trying to handcuff me. I sigh, "I warned you human," and then end him! =D
