LUNATIC

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walked way in my home such a boring day my hand is shacking it feels me uncomtable and incomplete i want to see my another victim pleasing me to have a mercy for them . Today I settled to go in the cafe slash strip club. I was taken aback by the amount of men here today . There was barely any space for people to walk and all the seats were taken so men had to stand. "Give a warm welcome for Jessy show" I walked closer the the crowd that was huddling around the stage. Every cheered and whistled. I was completely lost, I had never come to this club on Tuesdays, I usually went to go home to sharpen my knife but today I decided to change things up. Bad idea, Just as I was about to turn around and leave the lights dimmed and the music started. Slow, gentle, calm music. I turned to find a girl with a glittery black mask on walking towards the tall silver pole. She had sliver seven inch boots on and matching panties and bra. Her hair was brown and went down to her waist. She swung around the pole before kicking up in the air and twirling around twice. She climbed higher up and suddenly dropped to about five inches from the floor. She climbed back up and swung her head around moving along to the music. She grabbed the pole with her legs and twirled around before letting go. She stayed twirling upside down. I watched in awe as she did her ticks on the pole. Men threw hundreds of dollar bills at her. She did all this while she had her boots on.
For some reason I was feeling a type of want. Could she be my next? I promised only one a week every other week... but I can't... This angered me but I continued watching at her. One wrong movement and she'd fall, breaking her neck. But she was good. Really good. She spun around with only one leg on the pole before placing her foot on the floor. Once the song was over she blew a kiss and walked off stage.
So many men were disappointed that she had left and apparently she was Tuesday's special. I waited for her to come out from backstage and greet her lovely male perverts but she never did.
Three girls dressed in green came out and started dancing. The crowd settled down but continued watching.
I needed this jessy, so I walked outside and stood by a car looking towards the back exit waiting for her to come out.
She was different, very different, she didn't show her face and she only pole danced. Her pole dancing was a piece of artwork. God I could've watched her forever. I can't even imagine tearing into that beatiful skin of hers. Getting rid of another slut.
She never came out. It was past midnight and she hadn't left, or at least I hadn't seen her leave.
I got in a car and drove to my house wondering where she had gone. Her skin was so clear and even though I couldn't see her eyes I knew she was the next one. She would be my favorite.
I parked this Range Rover car i carnapped actually my apartment building and locked it before heading inside the building. I took the stairs up to the eighth floor, my floor. I entered the floor and walked over to my apartment.
I turned and was greeted by my next door neighbor in only a thin red tight stockings that ran up her long tan legs and connected to a garter belt. "Yes?"
"Do you mind coming in and help me?"She asked as she leaned against the screen door
"Okay," If she wasn't a prostitute, she was close to becoming one. I might be unusual but I'm not stupid, I know what she's trying to do is it's not going to work. I smirked to myself, she always walks around like this and leaves the door wide open trying to provoke some feeling in me. But I don't get those feelings. Eww Not from her and not from any other whore.
She led me to her comfortroom and explained, "the water tube was broken call someone to fix this"
"I will as soon as I have time," she said sitting down.
Too busy fucking men? You filthy whore I fix some tube and leave a tapelon on it
"Oh you are such a darling," she said quickly getting up and throwing her arms around my neck. I stood awkwardly trying not to touch her.
"No problem," I said.
Once she pulled away, I walked over to the door. "How could I replay you?" She asked.
"There's no need," I said.
"Okay. Well come get me if you need anything or if you fell lonely," she said running her hand down the middle of her breasts. I couldn't help but feel shaky. She had an amazing body for a thirty five year old,
I gave her a grin and walked out then rushed into my apartment. Fucking slut has me feeling all hot. I hate it! I threw my keys hard on the floor and walked over to my bedroom, I laid on my bed and turned the TV on.

"Nineteen year old, Giselle Diaz was found dead early this morning. Her body was found in a black alley near the cafe club where she used to work at. She also known as sammy and had been working there for only a couple of weeks. We warn you that these images will be difficult to see,"

the news lady said as images of sammy's body showed up on the screen.

"Her stomach was sliced open in and the word 'whore' was cut into her skin. Her throat was slit from ear to ear and who ever the killer was, managed to leave this scene without leaving a trace."

I smirked, of course he managed to leave without a trace. The fuck do you think I am? Stupid? I chuckled.

"Twenty other prostitutes have been found this way in the past year. they believe it is the same suspect. We advise you to be on the look out for anything suspicious and don't walk alone at night,"

the lady said.That's right bitch be on the look out. Too bad you won't ever find me, I've ended with twenty of their dirty lives and no one even suspects it's me. Sore losers can't even find a murderer.
Those images had me thinking, remembering what I had done yesterday. The feeling of Sammy's blood all over me was still present. Oh if I could only feel it again, this time I want jessy's blood all over me. As I pictured jessy is on the floor her hands tied up and my knife deep inside her stomach pulling her intestine out of it and tied it to her face and give her a deep slit and her neck ow the blood squirted in my face hmm i can feel it all this feeling made me feel comportable.