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...
Song: Killing is my Business... And Business is Good by Megadeth
"A 'possessed' dog in the neighborhood won't let me stop killing until he gets his fill of blood."—David Berkowitz
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As I sat in my kitchen munching on my cereal, I thought of my next plan. I analyzed various scenarios that would cause her maximum pain and at the same time give me my long overdue satisfaction. My cravings for pain and fear had reached its peak.
One particular scenario seemed appealing to me. My only prayer was that it would come out the way I pictured it in my head. Human beings could be very disappointing.
I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost midnight. Standing up, I rinsed the cereal bowl. Then, I searched for what I needed and proceeded to the basement. The time had come to wake her up and put my plan into action.
I flicked on the switch and descended the wooden steps. It creaked beneath my feet. I hadn't found the time to fix it.
The basement didn't have a spooky atmosphere. Cobwebs, broken furniture, cardboard boxes, and every other thing that made a basement look unkempt were absent. That shouldn't be a surprise, seeing as this was my man cave.
I scanned the room. On the table at the left corner sat my cleaning supplies and my knife set. The television sat at another corner. Then, my eyes landed on the main reason this man cave existed. She laid on the floor unconscious, still in the exact position I left her.
I placed the things I brought from the kitchen on the table, leaving only the cup of water in my hand. I approached her sleeping form.
Staring at her face as I ran the tip of my fingers down it. I wished I could let her remain unconscious. Her makeup had been smeared. She looked like she needed to sleep, but I wasn't that generous to grant her that.
I stood upright and splashed the cup of water on her face. "Rise and shine."
She jolted awake and blinked rapidly as she did a quick scan of the room. "What the...You! What did you do to me?"
