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...
"I always had a desire to inflict pain on others and to have others inflict pain on me. The desire to inflict pain, that is all that is uppermost."-Albert Fish
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As she laid unconscious in my arms, I couldn't help but stare at her unique facial features. She would have been an epitome of beauty. But unfortunately, she had a detestable attitude. After staring at her for a while, I carried her body to my awaiting car.
Once I had placed her in my car and strapped her in, I went back into her house to retrieve the bouquet of flowers. It wasn't because I needed it for anything. It had served its purpose. But I didn't want to take the risk of it been traced back to me.
When everything was set, I got into my car and drove off. Because she lived on the other side of town, it took forty-five minutes for me to get to my house. On the bright side, it was night, so my stick-in-the-ass neighbors would most likely be asleep.
Home at last. My eyes darted back and forth making sure all my neighbors had their lights off. The coast was clear. I lifted her body onto my shoulders and carried her to the place of no return—my basement. Let's not forget the flowers. I placed it in my parlor. It gave the room a warm ambience.
I set her down and chained her legs and hands like I did the previous victims. She stirred. Oops! I had reduced the dosage when I administered the drug into her system. I didn't want her to be out for long. My patience had worn thin.
As I sat legs crossed-meditation style in front of her, waiting for that moment she will open her eyes, I reflected on my life. In all honesty, I no longer felt that compulsion to kill. But at the same time, I couldn't stop. I still enjoyed killing but I no longer looked forward to it.
In as much as I always took forensic countermeasures to hide my identity, I actually thought the police would have caught me. Now I live for the chase and panic not the kill. That is why I won't stop killing. The police have to stop me.
Okay, maybe I lied a little. I might not look forward to killing, but I sure as hell love the fear trapped in the eyes of the women I kill. That also kept me going. The sound of quiet moans brought me out of my thoughts. Finally! She had awoken.
