Pedokiller

Chapter 21

"Roses are dead. Violence is black and blue. Sugar is sweet, on a child like you," I whispered to his fresh corpse.

His face was soft like cotten. His body was perfect. He was mine forever. My baby tulip. I loved him. I owned him. I burried him along with the others. He was a special boy. He was sexy. He was beautiful. He was like an angle to me. His skin so fresh and pale reflecting the light. He shined for me. He was perfect.

There wasn't a hair out of place on his head. He had no scars. He didn't have a name anymore. He was mine. His home was my garden. I wished they didn't rot. I tried to save him in a freezer, but I was scared to be caught. I hated it when his cadaver turned blue. He had made my flesh red with passion. He was the love of my life. No other child compared to orgasms he gave me. He was the ideal size, weight, and build. This seven year old was special. He was crafted by God himself for me. I loved him. I just didn't have the means to kidnap him forever.

He liked me. He often came to the store and asked about flowers. I hated it when little girls asked about them. They were stupid little cunts. He was much better. He was remarkably amazing in every way. He was just like me a little curious boy.

I masturbated to him as he frolicked through the flowers. His bare feet slapping the earth sounded like sex in my ears. He never noticed me performing the act under my desk. I wiped off. I stood up and watched him leave. I'd watched him grow for many years. He was my angle. I was sad to kill him. I saved him from this unpure world of hate. I didn't want him to become rotten by this dreadful place.