His Killer Seduction

Blood

Blood...something I shed every day. Don't get me wrong...I don't kill the innocent. But the rapist, pedophiles, cons, murders. I have standards. I kill  the people who add nothing good to society. I remember my first kill. I was so young. 15 years old, to be exact, and so... Gruesome (Let's not forget ho- shut the fuck up Consy)

Flashback
     *As I walked in the church, I can feel my blood boiling. This Pastor, this rapist...this pedophile. He raped Kayla. He raped my 13 year old, best fucking friend."Father, I have come to you for advice." I said."What is it my child?" He inquired. "My friend was rape by someone she thought she could trust... Someone she grew with, someone who gave her the best advice. I come to you to ask you what should I do considering I know the person."
    "You should go to the police dearest." he replied. This sick fucker.  " So I should gone to the police when you rape Kayla?" I said so calmly. I watched in awe as the blood drained from his face, giving him a a ghostly complexion. I saw fear and I felt...in control. I walked slowly up to him and said seductively "You like fucking young girls honey?"he stared at me in shock but I continued "Then fuck me baby."
      Our faces were inches away from each other. I looked in his eyes and I saw...lust. I was livid and before I knew it, I plunged a blade deep into his abdomen...but it wasn't enough. I want more. I want more blood, I wanted  more fear.  The matlic smell of blood was heavy in the church, something that I never wished to imagine. Human blood in a church? That's psychopathic. When I looked at him I saw fear in his eyes. Not the the innocent fear I saw in my mothers eyes, but the fear of a guilty man. He was on the floor begging for his life and I was enjoying every single second of it.
       I then slowly carved a cross on his forehead, baptizing him in his own blood.  I made a surgical cut on his torso and pushed my hand in, enjoying the warm, wet feeling. I never felt so satisfied with the blood, until I saw it  gushing out of his lower abdomen. His cries were so breathtaking and beautiful.He screamed and cried and begged for mercy but I wasn't done. No, I was far from done. We were on the alter and I suddenly had an idea. I knelt down to the pastor and  with a  smile on my face, said,"Father, would you like to be a sacrifice for your sins?".
    The sight was so beautiful. Blood running down the stairs of the alter, glistening in the light of the candles. His face was so full of fear, regret and death. I began walking towards my bag, which was on the first seat on the left. I pulled out two 750 ml bottles of acetone and slowly poured the first bottle on him.
     His screams filled the silent air and he began to tremble. However, he was in to much pain to move his poor limbs. I felt sympathy and kindness towards him for second...and then began to pour the second bottle over him. I took a candle off the gloomy walls and knelt down one more time. And then I kissed him. The kiss I gave him was tender and kind. Heck, surprised myself when I did that.
      Then I threw the candle on top of him. His body immediately burst into flames. The flames spread like wild fire and before I even had a chance to watch the beautiful sight in front of me, I had to run. I wasn't losing my life to see a rapist burn.*

Present time

Anyways that was quit... cute compare to my other kills. (Do you  remember when you walked out of a meeting, with blood dripping from head to toe? U where wearing white! Of course, that was a majestic bloodbath, wasn't it? But either way, Consy, I have a meeting.)

       (Excuse me if the chapters are short 😭😭😭. I'm new to writing shit like this 🙂. Credits to the creator of Consy. I can't remember her name😭😭😭)