They're precious little tulips. Their leaves tickled me. I love them so much. I want to be the toys they play with. I want to be the slides they slid down. I want to be everything to them because they're everything to me.
They're not yet destoyed by this dastardly world. They are something pure. Children untouched by this greedy, selfish, and evil earth. I sprae them years of misery. I grant them an early grave. I am a savior of the children. I save them from years of abuse, ridicule, and despair.
Without me they would endure so much suffering. I give them sweet death for free. I bury them for free. I even give them flowers and eulogy for free. I leave out the casket and the family. That is all I leave out. I've been questioned by the police. They are suspicious of me. I can tell.
I'm not worried about those swine. They fuck kids like it's going out of style. They hide behind badges. I hide behind flowers. What's the difference? They protect and serve more like they reject and unnerve. I hate the police. Leave my flower shop alone. I'm not doing anything wrong. These little bastards deserve their graves. They are mine, swine. They are mine to do with as I please.
Adults are so boring and predictable. They do the same activities every day like creatures of habit. They try to make their kids just as lame as they are. I love to show them a world of pleasure before they die. I'm saving them from becoming their mothers and fathers.
No one knows about me. No one will ever know about me. I'm too smart. I'm too sexy. I'm too capable to be caught. I have outsmarted the authorities and the families. They have no idea. I am the flowers. I am the spring. I am new life and I am death. I am the flower child of the earth. I am the roots of rot. The God of blossom.
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Pedokiller
Mystery / ThrillerA woman who is molested as a child decides to kill pedofiles and rapists for revenge. She may be the last hope for a perverse society.
