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Chapter 12

Joey POV

IDK IF THIS COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE READ AT OWN RISK. I know some may be hypersensitive so I do apologize. It does include murder, abuse and (subtle) thoughts of suicide. Just please remember that this is in a POV of how i'd imagine a 'psycho'

I can't believe he told her that. Or that he didn't tell her that? I thought she would've known by know at least. I should be comforting her. Reassuring her that i'm not the monster he makes me out to be. So yeah, I killed that girl. Yeah I know I killed someone. But everyone has their reasons, even murderers. She was quite annoying actually, can't say i'm mad at what I did. And you're probably thinking

"what the actual fuck is wrong with him?"

Well if you wanted to know so bad. I have many things wrong with me. In fact its hard to pin point what made me like this. My whole life has been filled with tragedies. They have all contributed to the man I am today. So yeah I killed that girl. But it's not like that girl didn't kill me first, mentally speaking. And the other, the one in the asylum had trapped me in my own mental prison as well. Just you know more mentally. Serves them damn right in all honesty. But does anyone listen to the 'bad guys' story. No, they never do.

The dead one, Mary, she was a pain in the ass. Drove me crazy that i wanted to kill myself. The best solution just seemed to be to kill her instead. Cure everyone else of the pain she was and caused. Mary was very, very loud. She constantly screamed. Like we get it, you were kidnapped but do you really have to scream every time I remove the gag from your mouth? My intentions were the same originally as they were with Asia. To fall in love.

I had always imagined falling in love. The perfect fairy tale wedding and all. My mom had told me fairy tales whenever my father went out drinking. He always came home back drunk and had hit my mom out of anger, I was hurt by this. Isn't he suppose to be her perfect prince? I think the stories she told were to help the both of us with hope of our future regarding loved ones. My father had been in bad businesses. Drug dealing and that whole scene. With the money he made from the dodgy dealings he bought into many investments that were thankfully left to me. This is how I had always had good money. You know not everyone has a private plane to fly out to Australia when kidnapping your future bride. Yes I had inherited my fathers money after his death. The man drank himself and overdosed on drugs one night. I can't say I miss him after the shit job he did at raising me and caring for my mom. Thankfully my mom still lives to this day, she just disowned me after taking after my fathers work. It's fine, I still love her and understand her reasons. Anyway like the stories my mother told me, I was going to be a true prince to my princess.

So I looked for a princess, I just couldn't find one that felt the same attraction. That is when I ended up kidnapping my first victim, Mary. I treated her the best that I could, truly. But she would never stop screaming. It was impossible to feed her so one day I just gave up. I left her in a dark basement with the only light source coming from the thin line that was open separating the floor to the door. It was only a sliver and did not help in any way.

One day I went to the basement to see if she had given up, she had. She laid here limp. It was fine I had already started planning life with my next target. This time I looked for someone quiet. And I did, Little miss Leah. Leah didn't know how to handle the situation. She was too terrified to make an attempt at screaming. That was fun while it lasted. She just never said anything, She only spoke to herself when she was by herself. "Oh but Joey, how would you know that?" Simple, I was no amateur and had cameras installed in her room. Yes, I had her in a proper room once I realized how quiet she was. She was no fun though. I decided to have a little fun with her. After a few months I saw she was going crazy. A crazy that would be hard to recover from. So I put her in a mental asylum. She deserved it, I was going crazy trying to get her to talk to me.

I told the ladies at the reception o the asylum that i thought she'd need help. I paid for her stay with giving them fake information of me and paying cash. And she's been in their ever since. I'm pretty sure her family pays for her now, they knows she needs it.

How they found out about these two victims being mine is unknown to me. Someone probably ratted me out. Which is why I had to kill that pilot who flew us to Australia. You can't trust nobody these days.

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written: 9 april 2018