Psycho (NSFW) (JO/You)

Psycho

*Still Jenna O, I just have a thing for goth girls lol

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I enjoy killing.

I don't go after innocent people. My victims are all rapists, pedophiles, abusive or downright cruel.

I'm very careful and thorough with my killings. I make sure I leave no evidence and I try to match the murder with their crime. Most of them end up dickless. All of them die painfully.

I happily take the serial killer title; my targets are monsters of society so if anything, I'm a hero.

So far, I offed six rapists and nine pedos since late August and it's already late October. Despicable creatures like that deserve death and I'm the living deity of it.

Even though those are my main targets, there's always room for more candidates for my personal graveyard. Like kidnappers and bullies.

About a year ago, I had my eyes on this girl that lives down the block from me. She's absolutely gorgeous with beautiful earthy eyes, long dark hair and a sweet smile that comes with dimpled cheeks.

She has a left nostril ring, a medusa, an eyebrow piercing and little diamonds in her cheeks. She'd wear dark makeup and her hair down effortlessly.

She instantly became the focal point of my attraction.

Jenna and I never talked or interacted in any way. Hell, she didn't even know I existed at that time. I was simply another face in her day to day life.

I spent my sleepless nights watching her through her window. I'm usually in her tree since it's easier to hide in case she came outside for any reason.

One night, as I was sitting in the tree, a man came over to her house. At first, I thought he was her dad given he looked about 50. She wouldn't be 24 until mid-September; so imagine my shock and disgust when I witnessed them making out on her couch.

I wanted to throw the fuck up.

The guy was about 6 feet even, while I'm barely 5'5. He was also a silver-haired, bodybuilding, protein shake drinking dick. The type to wear black tank tops and jean shorts with shades on top of his head and on his face, ready to fight at any moment.

Every time he came over, my attention would switch between the two, but it was mainly on him.

They argued a lot about dumb shit, mainly sex, but I never saw her back down.

She's a fierce little thing and I love it.

One night, I saw him beat then assault her and my blood boiled over in an instant. I wanted to make myself known right then and there, but I knew if I intervened, I'd kill him, scare the shit out of her and end up doing 25 to life.

Instead, I stalked him until I found him all alone waiting for a drug deal in a dark junk yard. I knocked him out with a broken pipe and had my twin brother help me take him and bring him to my special killing spot.

My hideout's basement.

Eight Months Ago

I snatch the burlap sack from the woman's head. She was passed out, and the action stirred her awake. I flash the light close enough to her so that I don't blind the distraught damsel.

There was a frightened and confused look in her trembling greens.

She begins to whimper and I shush her, "I'm not gonna hurt you." She looks around and tries to move. I had cuffed her to a metal chair planted in the floor.