My Highway To Hell

Part One

Part One

Time.

That's what I was serving. It was also something I didn't have enough of. It was the end for me, I knew it. As I sat in the chair inhaling the smell of the clinical room, awaiting for the so called punishment, I let my imagination run wild. Letting go of my sanity one last time, I remembered how I ended up here.

My last victim.

The young girl who was so pure and innocent. Her screams were beautiful. She knew it was useless to fight, yet she still tried. Her relentless screaming was music to my ears. Perfect. Flawless. Just like her body, when she was flushed up against mine. I remember her so well. She was different. It was a shame I had to end it for her. She was one of a kind. The only one who didn't give in to the temptation of lust. Her tiny fist pounded into my chest as she struggled against my grip. I watched in amusement and delight as her strength deteriorated. I would have my way eventually, and I did. I enjoyed every second. As she squirmed against me and when there was no life left in her body : I enjoyed it. The look on my victim's face when they realise what would soon happen to them ; it was priceless. Somehow, they seemed to always give me thrills of excitement.

If they were lucky enough, I would have brought them with me and let them live a little while longer. The musty scent of my basement was always the best thing in the world. Especially when the smell was so fresh. It was also the best place for my games. As they begged for mercy, I pleaded with them. It was always- it is always a good game to play.

Memories flashed before me in forms of distorted figures as pain jolted through my arm. I knew the pain would soon become intensified. Another jolt had left a smirk lying upon my face.

Pain

That was definitely one of the most pleasurable ways to go