Thursday, 19th January 2017 - Slayer: Ending a Relationship
Dear Diary
Today, I spent a large amount of time preparing myself. I needed to make sure all of the camera's were ready. I probably could have just brought them as they were, but I needed to be absolutely certain. Nothing could go wrong. This was going to be the opportunity of a lifetime.
The horse stench had managed to stay on my knife up until this morning. I completely cleaned my knife, removing it of the smell. Normally I would have tried to keep it for as long as possible. Only the knowledge that it was going to have a far superior replacement very soon helped ease it's passing. I dressed in my normal clothes, although I packed some white pants and a white shirt to wear while I began the slaughter. I wanted the blood to show up as a lasting momento of the occasion. After all, it doesn't wash off. I also spent several hours trying to get the ratios correct of a little drug that I found online. It was supposed to knock people out very quickly, although if it wasn't done right it would work for far too long. I needed her asleep for the initial kidnapping and set up, but awake from the start of her slaughter. Eventually I was mostly satisfied with my work, although it still seemed to smell a little strong.
Over the past few days, I'd received even more information about my proposed target. She'd being doing work experience at some nuclear research facility. She wasn't even going to be walking home! It was almost as if she wanted to be kidnapped and killed.
Down the road, I knew that the neighbors kept their car keys in the glove box when it was in the garage. Getting inside his car was only a simple matter of breaking into his house.
I smashed open a window with a knife. It wasn't with my favorite knife, of course. That one was being saved for her.
After only a few moments of climbing through the window and navigating the house, I reached the car and the garage. I pressed the button to open the garage, and drove out.
I didn't have my licence to drive, but I certainly knew how to drive. At this age, who doesn't?
There was a large amount of petrol, so I drove along the path that she would be using to walk home instead of staying in one spot.
Eventually I was rewarded and I found her. It wasn't completely dark, although it was starting to get that way. She wasn't even walking that fast. It appeared that getting her was going to be very easy.
I parked the car at the next turnoff where I knew that she would be walking. I got out of the car and opened the boot. Retrieving the cloth that I had, I carefully poured my mixture of chemicals over the cloth, and waited for the girl to walk by my car. It took her a few minutes. She seemed to be walking very slowly.
When she was right next to me, I began my attack. I kicked out her legs from underneath her, grabbing onto the back of her head with one hand, the other pressed to her mouth with the chemical doused cloth. She tried to struggle as I slowly lowered her to the ground, although she very quickly stopped resisting.
I didn't know how long exactly it was going to work for, so I began as quickly as possible. I dragged her to the car and put her into the boot.
I believed that nobody had seen me. She had made almost no noise, and it was starting to get dark.
I drove to to the research facility as fast as I could. I knew that I was going to need to take a few trips to get everything I needed to the bunker.
I started with the ropes, chains and of course, the victim herself.
I found that the bunker was open. This seemed rather odd to me, but I passed it off as good luck. The bunker seemed to be split up into two main rooms, with doors leading from each of them into smaller rooms.
I checked a few of them, hoping to find a chair. I was going to bring one from home, but I had realized that it would not fit with a human in the boot as well.
One of the smaller rooms appeared to be an office with a large, black, leather chair. I rolled it out to the second main room, before putting my target into it. I tied her into the chair as best I could.
Needing a few things from the car, I went back and forth a few times. THe first trip was the recording supplies. I set these up as soon as I could, making sure to get the best angles.
When I came back from my third trip, I also had a large amount of food and water. I didn't know how long I was going to stay for, but I didn't want it ruined by something as unimportant as hunger.
Now I waited for my victim to wake up.
It took several hours, but she did.
She woke up to see me crouched in front of her, holding my knife in my left hand.
I quickly activated the recording devices.
"Where...where am I?" she asked, her eyes glazed over slightly, obviously confused.
"This" I started to say, trying to sound as dramatic as possible for the cameras that had just started rolling, "Is where you are going to die".
She straightened in the chair quickly.
"What! No."
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled on it sharply, ignoring her cries of pain.
"Let's begin" I said, slicing off the first chunk of hair.
It fell slowly to the floor, much like paper caught in the wind.
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