Psycho (ON HOLD)

Prologue

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A shrill piercing scream broke the silence of the night. In the old abandoned warehouse the shrieks echoed against the metal rusted walls. Metal vibrating slightly, ringing in response of the scream. The crude figure tied down to the metal pole panted heavily, head hanging over.

"Now now. What did I say? No screaming. Understand?" The girl who's body was tied straight like a stick to the beam, sobbed desperately. Tears of red ran down her cheeks, dripped on to the floor making little sounds of raindrops.

From the shadows, he watched silently, a menacing smile playing on his lips. The way the moonlight shone into the old building was perfect. It was enough to illuminate his victim, to create shadows for him to hide within. He had planned everything down to the last second.

"P-please, just let me g-go. I'll d-do whatever you want." As those words spilled out of her mouth, she looked around the room for her torturer. He smiled crudely, stepping slightly out of the shadows, enough for the moonlight to only reflect on his pale face, blue twinkling eyes and his crazy smirk.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" He spat, circling the girl. Her sobs shook her slender frame, blond hair hanging towards her feet. "N-no. P-please I have a one year old s-son at home," She mumbled, hands lying limp at her sides. "Please."

A psychotic menacing laugh emitted from the captor. She could try all she wanted to persuade her way out, but it wasn't going to happen. Oh the pleasure from torturing and killing was just amazing, unbearable at times. The pleasure he received this time around was amazing. From her sweet melodic voice, now scratchy and raw from hours of screaming. The way she screamed, cried, plead, was just such a turn on to him. His blue orbs danced around her body, studying his work.

Cuts of all depths and lengths, made with different edged knives scarred her flesh, blood slowly oozed out of them. Her curvy body covered in only skimpy ripped undergarments held a layer of dirt and dried blood. Purple and brown bruises decorated her limbs, oh and her face. That once heart breaking beautiful, angelic face was now bruised, cut and caked in grime.

She was the epitome of a victim. Satisfied with his handiwork, he smiled. "Now any last words, bitch?" To be sure not to reveal his real voice, the murderer spoke in a deeper tone. In his right hand he held an old cassette tape recorder, his left was buried in his pocket, holding his fatal weapon. He would let her at least say good bye, after all he wasn't a monster. Just a crazy, psychotic killer, rapist, murderer....the list could go on...

"L-last words?" She gasped, eyes now frantically searching for a way out. He purposely held up the recorder to let it be bathed in the moonlight. That's when she knew she was never going to return home.

"P-please just let my son Ethan know that I love him more then anything in this world. And Jerry I love you so much and please take care of Ethan. I love you both so so much." Her voice cracked and she broke down once more, tears cascading down her cheeks.

The man laughed, bringing the recorder closer to his lips. "You hear that? Well I think it's to say bye bye!" He grinned wickedly, pulling out a 9mm revolver. Another scream came roaring out of the lady's mouth, and quickly all of that was drowned by the sound of the bullet being fired.

Her body immediately slumped forward, lifeless. He chuckled to himself. Victim 103, satisfying. Pleasurable, enjoyable, cute. Now who's next?

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