Edited by: a very lovely @jgfairytales
Can you love a serial killer?
No?
Why not?
How would you know they were a serial killer?
It could be your neighbor.
It could be your friend.
It could be your lover.
Do you actually know the people around you?
T...
"The first good looking girl I see tonight is going to die."—Edmund Kemper
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The drive back home took about twenty minutes. Darkness had arrived. No one was walking on the street. The only sounds I heard were that of insects chirping and frogs croaking; it reminded me of a graveyard.
Because of the silence and darkness, it was easy for me to lift her body from the trunk of my car and take her to the basement.
I placed her on the floor and chained both her hands and legs to the pipe. She began to move and moan, which was an indication that she had awoken.
"I will tell you the same thing I told the last person in this room; do not bother screaming, no one will hear you," I said as she opened her eyes.
Dragging a chair closer, I sat down. "Now... let's talk like adults."
Her eyes danced around the room. "Where am I?"
"You are where no one can find you."
She furrowed her brows. "Who are you and why am I here?"
"Who I am is none of your business, but the reason you are here is definitely your business."
She spat at me. "You are sick!"
I wiped the saliva from my face and laughed. "You've got spunk and I like my women feisty."
The table where all my knives were kept wasn't far away, so I walked up to the table and I picked one knife. "Okay, I will tell you why you are here. However, I kill you after I tell you."
She trembled like a leaf. Sweat began to drip down her face and her breath quickened.
The tip of the knife was so shiny. I just couldn't resist the urge to walk up to her and run it along the side of her face down to her neck.
