I felt nothing anymore. Killing was the only thing that could make me feel. Their screams in my ears made me feel something I never feel anything. I am a sociopath.
It was July 14, 1975 the day I first met him. After killing Thomas Gurley in the streets of London, I went to the hotel I was staying at to clean up. I walked into the lavash lobby and made my way towards the elevator. My hands remained in my pocket holding the bloody knife. I saw the elevator closing but I could not take my hands out of my pocket, they were covered in blood.
"Hey hold the elevator" I yell to the red haired man.
I run into the elevator and look the man up and down. He's attractive, I think to myself. All the things I could do to him tie him up, cut him from his neck to his cock, pulling out his organs. The man then looked up at me. I saw his eyes and how scared he was, normally I wouldn't feel anything, but I felt bad for him.
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