VERY TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD
NA4VA2MABA2RA 32, '97
Dear Mother,
The first time I killed a little girl, it was messy as hell. It was also the first time I had sex. And I swear, I never knew I would kill her. It had just been an experiment, something to relieve my boredom.
It started that afternoon. I had found her loitering near the woods and with a pure stroke of luck, I'd lured her with me inside, promising to gift her a lollipop. And no, don't panic, Mother, I made sure no one watched as I led her away.
"The lollipop mister," she said, her childish voice doing something girls my age couldn't. Hardening my wee wee.
(Sorry to spoil the flow, but do you know that Father used to touch my wee-wee? Even before you were dead. Of course you didn't. Father also made me touch his wee-wee and also suck the disgusting thing, white stuff I knew later to be sperm flooding my mouth afterwards. God knows, I'll never forget the first day he did that. It was also the day he warned me to never a soul- you included.) I will continue writing now so back to my first killing:
"Of course, sweet girl. Before I give you a lollipop, I want you to do something for me. Recite the rosary." My voice was so warm, so gentle that I didn't recognize who was talking. A smile was even present on my face. Maybe I should venture into acting.
The girl, Maya, peered at me. Her five year old face was wreathed in a frown. "The rosary, what is that, kind sir? Another sweet maybe?"
No you dumb bitch.
I struggled to keep the grin on my face. "No. It's Hail Mary full of grace. The Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women. . . Tell me, does that ring a bell?"
Her head shook, no. She popped a finger in her mouth, eyes fixed to the sweet I gripped in my hand.
Hungry bitch.
The smile withered and a dark feeling of anger took root in my heart. The stupid child didn't know the rosary. She couldn't recite the prayer of our holy mother in heaven. What a fucking waste.
"Do I get the lollipop now?" A look of wistfulness crossed her young features, glee brimming in her blue blue eyes.
Yes, you're gonna get Daddy's lollipop was what I thought and I whipped out the metal beads, the one with the sheen of blood coating them and—
Well, I would spare you the graphic details. But know that Maya, sweet and innocent as she was, had screamed. And cried. She'd cried so bad, ugly tears streaming down her face as I backhanded, annoyed at her annoying screams.
Tell me, Mother. Whisper it in my ears, Holy Mary. Am I wrong? No really, am I?
Didn't she understand I was doing this for Mother Mary and no one else? She was gifted, the essence of Mother was in her womb and it was my right, my obligation to purify her with my sperm.
But she didn't. I made her understand though. I tried my best.
Hopefully this is just a phase. I'm scared of getting caught. But who am I kidding? This is an obsession, a guilty pleasure, one I don't want to ever stop. Now, I understand why Father says I look so pretty when I cry.
Your lovely son,
A.M.
P.s: (I buried her body underneath an oak tree. Hopefully, no one gives a hoot enough to search for her.)
A/N: Took me a while to write this but here you guys go. Next chapter's Kian's pov!❤️🤭
Nita.
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