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?
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Song: Come Join The Murder by The White Buffalo & The Forest Rangers
"She isn't missing. She's at the farm right now."—Ed Gein
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The long anticipated killing of my ninth victim was here. As you all know, in my confession I mentioned that I had killed nine women. Would this be my last victim? I had no idea. If the demons want more, I will grant their wish. Unless I can stop them, only in that circumstance will I stop killing. Well, except if the police stop me. Of that, I am not sure.
This victim does not hit close to home like my previous victim. Yes, she hates children, but that was not my main reason for picking her. This was a strong deviation from my usual victimology. Nevertheless, I was doing Jake Aaron, who is a good man, a favor. And at the same time, I was giving the demons what they wanted in order to shut them up.
Many news agencies were reporting about Olive Watson going missing. Perks of dating a multimillionaire. Even Jake offered a hefty sum of $250,000 to anyone who had information about his missing girlfriend. Heck, she hadn't even being missing for six hours. I'm sure he would be getting calls left, right, and center. People who got their eyes on the money but without any information are usually the ones who will call more, and they usually sound so sure of themselves.
He must have really loved her. Unfortunately, she was just after his money. I hope he is reading this. I want him to know that he did his best to love her. She just was not a good person.
Anyway, remember this was a daytime kidnapping, so I couldn't carry her body into my house. I left her in the trunk, but first I gave her a large dose that would knock her out for a long time.
As I waited for my neighbors to go to bed before bringing her in, I worked on my designs. I take my work very seriously. Designing is the only way I let loose. You know the way psychologists always say that who can read people by what they draw or write or the emotions they put in their art, that doesn't apply to me. Because when I design, I become someone different. Not the killer or the child seeking love. I let the art guide me. I think that's why the police can't catch me. Aside the basic things, it is hard to profile me.
