Diary of a middle age stalker

Later that night

July 24, 2017

I tied him up in my basement. I enjoyed the crack of his fingers as i broke each one, one by one. His screams like music to my ears as I slowly slid the knife across his wrists deeper and deeper till there was no more to cut. I wasn't done with him yet so I stopped his bleeding, he had so much more pain to feel. I will always remember the shatter of his knee caps as I slammed the hammer against them. His baby like squeals whistled through my head as I twisted his feet around to face the opposite direction. It seemed there wasn't much left to do, but I wasn't done yet. He can never see my love again. I grabbed a spoon and scooped out his eyeballs and set them each in his lap. I sat and watched as he howled in pain until he finally stopped.