"I slowly lowered her into the industrial chipper so that I could watch her scream in pain as her legs were shredded into small chunks of flesh and bone. Among her cries for help, I heard a name...one that I can't recall, but she only said it once before her torso reached the blades and her screams became gargling of blood and gasps for air. It felt GREAT to deal with the last witness....or I thought she was the last." I told the officer who had a very stunned look on his face. They cuffed me and put me into a padded cell. As he closed the door, the guard glanced in my direction with disgust, "You are one Fucked up human being." I chuckled as started to undo the straight jacket. I heard through the cushioned bars a man going to the front desk. "My name is Corey Grimm, my wife went missing a couple of days ago and she won't answer her phone...could you help me find her?" "I'm afraid I have some 'Grimm' news for you, Corey....your wife has become a pile of bits in my basement!" I laughed hysterically as I remembered the name that the lady shouted....Corey. I am silenced by a couple of guards, as they turn toward the door I get the jacket loose. I strangle the first guard with the sleeve, grab his gun, and fire a couple of rounds into the other's forehead. "You should really contain these things better," I whisper as I lick his ear. I then fired into the crowd of people, making sure NOT to kill Corey yet. I grab Corey and drag him toward the back, opening every cell in my way. I was going to need an army to overthrow the government...wasn't I? Nahhh, just kidding, I do this for pure enjoyment! As the inmates rushed to the entrance, I make my escape through the back. I found an empty squad car and threw Corey into the prisoner hold. I had remembered from my days on the force that they keep the keys in a hidden compartment under the dash. I drove Corey to an old cabin off the grid...I'm a psychopath, not a fucking moron! He hadn't said a word on the way, almost like he knew what I was doing....but that wasn't possible....I didn't even know what I was doing! I pulled him out of the car and broke his pinkie just to hear him scream like a bitch. We walked to the cellar entrance, I opened it and threw him in. He screamed in agony as he hit each stair on the way down. I headed back to the car and grabbed the laptop, then pointed it toward the nearest cliff, putting a cinder block on the gas pedal, sending it out in a blaze of glory. I walked back to the cellar and yelled," you still alive down there?" "Ughhh," he moaned. "I'll take that as a yes."
