I looking at my victim got a feeling of pleasure rise deep inside me. Looking at Joseph's lifeless body I see the red ink. The mess from his blood, it looked exactly like the picture. I felt the feeling of being complete like I was meant to do this. It felt good. I wanted more, I needed more. I needed to rest. I started growing tired and decided to head home. Tossing the bloody knife into a trash can by a comic book store far off, knowing if police were to investigate then they wouldn't find the weapon anywhere near him.
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Killing For Emojis *In Progress*
TerrorJake gets sent weird messages one day and he gets a strange feeling about the red ink blot pictures that goes with the messages. Will he ignore it? What is this feeling and what will it do to him? In the end is everyone safe? THIS STORY AND ALL CHAR...
