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...
"Sex is one of my downfalls. I get sex any way I can get it. If I have to force somebody to do it, I do...I rape them; I've done that. I've killed animals to have sex with them, and I've had sex while they were alive."—Henry Lee Lucas
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Two hours later, she still hadn't fully woken up. She had been in and out of consciousness; it's not like I gave her above the normal dosage of sodium thiopental.
I couldn't sit there waiting for her to wake up, so I went upstairs to work on my graphics.
Thirty minutes later, I went to check on her. "Ah, I see you are awake," I said as I entered the basement. The chain rattled as she yanked it while her eyes scanned the room.
"What did you do to me?" she asked.
I stood in front of her. "Nothing serious. I gave you something to put you to sleep. It seemed like you need your beauty sleep." I ran my fingers down her face.
"Then why am I chained to this f*****g pole?" She yanked the chain again.
"I didn't want you roaming around the house." I paused. "You don't seem scared, why?"
"Because, I have met guys like you. Guys that are into BDSM," she said.
I laughed so hard, I had to place my hands on my knees to support myself. "Tsk tsk...sweetheart, you wound me," I said placing my hands on my chest.
She tilted her heads to the side and squinted. "I don't understand."
"In all my years on earth, I haven't felt more insulted. BDSM are for boys. You want to know why?"
She kept quiet but stared at me.
"I'll tell you why, anyway. Because they are too scared to go after what they truly desire," I said as I walked around the room.
"And what is it they truly desire?" she asked.
"Good question. The satisfaction of watching some suffer and die by your hands," I replied.
