The Devil That Walks Amongst Us

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11:20am
Manhattan New York
September 11th 2020

The sound of a classic instrumental piano comes on as the rest of the orchestra flows; the music silently seductive putting you in a trance, making  the high all the more satisfying.  His screams silenced by the gag strapped into into his mouth;only muffled screams,groans and moans can escape barely above a whisper.

My eyes begins to shut lazily, the euphoria unmatched as I walk over to my glove compartments, arranged according to size, design and occasion. I pick the carbon skin tight ones then slowly make my way to my favorite table where my knives and devices are neatly organized on display . I pick up the small one making another deep clean cut against his already blemished skin, like slicing through steak.

My eyes still shut as I try to savor his helpless whimpers but it doesn't feel as good when his gagged so I take it off. "Please"  croaked from screaming probably. " you never said sorry" slicing his neck open. Making me grunt in frustration; at least he learnt not to walk into strangers anymore.

I have my headphones on; listening to fur Elise a classic instrumental composed by Ludwig van Beethoven. You may find it uneasy knowing people enjoy instrumental music rather than societies distasteful taste in music but I like what I like regardless.My gaze fixated at the busyness in the streets, New Yorkers famous for their overzealous lifestyle and goals. Seeing people professionally, aesthetically or just casually dressed amuses me, each individual racing against time trying secure their own legacy.

Tsking I slowly make my way into the subway, the train hadn't arrived yet indicating I was a few minutes too early.My thoughts interrupted when I feel a slight tug on my shirt, it's a little boy age estimated to be around 4 years old; he doesn't say much just tries to play with my watch. Makes me wonder who the competent parent is to leave a child wondering the subway filled with creeps.