The Thoughts of a Serial Killer

Chapter 4: Closeness

(SEXUAL SHIITTT)

A while had passed since my first murder. My mother was charged for murder in the first degree of both my father and her. I will never again speak her name. It hurts too much. I remembered our time together, our first sexual encounter was the first time I felt the warmness of another person. I missed that feeling, I want to feel it again. Let me just say, I am an attractive man. I may not be charming nor social, but I dont have to talk right? I have narcotics on my side. (Just in case narcotics= drugs) I got some pills from my mother's box in her closet. I've seen the bottle before, it made her seem as if she were brain dead for several hours. I got them crushed them up and went to a local dance club. Very loud it was, women screaming, jumping, laughing, drinking. Then I see the men, staring at the women, drinking, smoking. So much stupidity in one location. I sat at the bar for a while, I had the opportunity of overhearing women gazing over other women. A woman came up to me that day and was obviously very intoxicated, red eyes, red face, slurred words. Her hair interested me, it was long as most women but it was the color red. I couldnt help myself. I had to touch her hair, it was soft. It was natural. She turned to face me and said Want to see if the carpet matches the drapes? To this day I am still not sure what that meant, I just know she told me her name was Kim, like Kim Kardashian If only I knew who she was speaking of. Kim was interesting, very shameless for she had vomited in my vehicle. At least I didnt need those drugs, she was already very unaware of everything going on around her. I will have my human warmth.

Kims POV

This guy didnt talk much but fuck, he was hot. I just had to have him for one night. His place was small. Obviously doesnt have a lot of money so I knew this wasnt going to go further than tonight. He was so strong he lifted me and threw me down to the floor. I had to let him know I liked it as rough as possible. He wasted no time, he unbuckled his pants and before he could enter I had to just get a taste of him. I stopped him and he stood up and I put him in my mouth. He is so big, I fit everything in my mouth. I look up and No reaction. If anything he looks confused. Has he seriously never gotten a blow job before? Ugh I continued hoping to make him cum inside my mouth but he did nothing. Not even a facial expression.

Serial Killers POV

She was doing something I've never felt nor thought of before. I just remembered my mother doing this to my father and other men. She had, I've seen. I dont enjoy it. I pushed her to the floor again. I put all I have inside of her, she screams to choke her. I continue to thrust in and out and pay no attention to her request. She asks me to choke her constantly, I finally did. She kept asking for me to do it harder. Does this woman want to die? Interesting Instead of suicide make someone else kill you? What could this be. So many question, so little time. I began to get a feel for this choking during intercourse. I did it harder and continued to squeeze harder every second. Finally I look back at Kim. You guessed it, dead. This wasnt my intention but I had committed another murder. I thought about dismembering the body right away but then I thought, I want more human contact. To achieve this craving, I lay next to her dead body and position her as if she were hugging me and I hugged her back. She was still warm, not yet cold. Just a little more time, she sure as hell isnt going anywhere, right?