Murderous Love

basement love

I was born to be a serial killer. My father raised me after my mother was killed during my birth. My father brought home victims and murdered them in our basement as I watch. In his eyes my mother was my first victim.

When I was 13 father brought home a boy a few years older than me. He was sapose to be killed that night, but my father had other plans. Father kept him locked in the basement.

I visited him everyday. The boy wasn't scared of my father or myself. His name was Peter. He would always greet me with a smile or a kiss on the cheek. Over time Father taught him to be a vicious killer like he did me.

One day I was sharpening knifes in the basement and Peter held one to my neck, whispering "I love you" into my ear before sinking the metal into my skin and slitting my throat.