Pedokiller

Chapter 5

The sweet smell of children. They are so pure and innocent and full of life. How could anyone not be attracted to them. They are so lively and beautiful like a tulip. I want to pluck their leaves on innocence. I want to water and feed them until they blossom.

I am the flower man. The local flower guy who is so sweet and gay. No one suspects a gay man of sex crimes. My love is children. I like to kill and rape them. I place a flower in their mouths before I bury them in my garden. Its beautiful having private funerals.

If only the world understood a man like me. I have needs. I have urges like any other man. If my requirments are little boy's then so be it. The world should accept me for who I am.

The flowers of hidden graves. Families strolling through browsing the flowers while I browsed the children. I could never kill a little girl again. A little boy's body is more fun. I tried a girl once but I couldn't get hard. I smashed her head in with a shovel. I flung a flower on flattened face.

I saw him. I had to have him in my garden of sin. His body was perfect. His hips were juicy. His eyes were like marbles. I had to pleasure his corpse. His corpse was mine. I hated that they rotted, but keeping them alive was too risky. I had to taste his innocence. I deflower them.

I grabbed him up and I stuck a needle in his neck. I had done this a dozen times before. A baker's dozen of children. All burried beneath me. I took him down without his stupid parents noticing. They came back crying and searching for him later that night. Little did they know they stood on his little grave.