They say a serial killer has no regret or remorse for all the people they've murdered. I second that.
Not in a sense of completely ending a life, but ending all a persons hopes and happiness. Killing their chances of trusting in someone ever again. I loved murder.
I loved making promises and watching them break every time I'd leave those promises unfulfilled.
I felt like a better man. I felt like I had all control. Some deserved the damage and some didn't, but what did I care? I just wanted to collect the shattered pieces of what was left of there heart. It helped formed what my mother had destroyed long ago. I wanted happy people to feel the same pain I did, and when I finally brought them down to feel this pain I had; it boosted me.
Others pain was like my drug.
