When I see a girl most men would want to meet socially. Get to know her and take her out on a date. Thinking how she might be sexually in bed. I am thinking only of how she would sound gasping for that last breath with my hands tightly wrapped around her throat. What she sounds like when she screams. What she offers as she pleads with me to let her go. With each murder the need to do so again is intensified. The fear of being caught is not even an issue anymore. This is what I need.
Now, the commitment has been made. I just need to take over shifting gears to manual and make that first contact with the girl that triggered the monster within. There is no rhyme or reason you will ever understand. For this you should be thankful.
Looking at my mobil, like clockwork, there she is. Commenting on that account on Instagram, "A Daily Dose of Horror" grabbing my attention obsessed with tunnelvision. Haha, Funny though, these unknowing fools don't have a clue as to who is lurking in the shadows, behind this page. Not one idea that they have a real live killer stalking, observing their every move. Waiting for the right moment to pounce on the next girl like a Great White shark smells blood and feeds on raw meat!
She post another personal selfie. Ahhhh what a lively specimen she is. So sweet and innocent. Just like a virgin. Though dark, inviting, and translucent like a heathen whore! She must see me? She has to feel the energy pulling me towards her with every post she makes. Her eyes so piercing like black holes in space captures my glare like only one other before her..
My first victim.. Ahh the one who set me off on this streak of sinister torture and brutally unconscious murder. Ahh..yes a model of perfection in every way. Knowing she was put on this sick planet only for one purpose. FOR ME...
