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Mike

After I stabbed her the first time, I couldn't stop. Stabbing her and watching the blood squirt out of her body was intoxicating. I leaned down to taste it and it was better than anything I imagioned. She laid lifeless on the ground as I sucked and sucked her dry. After I couldn't drink her blood anymore, I reached inside her and took her organs out. Her liver, kidney and stomach I took as souvenirs and stopped dead in my tracks watching the blood on her organs fall to the ground. It was the best scene possible. I went home carrying the organs in my arms.

It has been half a year after that murder. I tried to reach that high again, murdering few more victims but nothing compared to killing her and drinking her life essence. So you could only imagine the horror I felt as I walk into kichen one night and saw her sharpening the knife I used to kill her. Her emerald green eyes stood out in the badly luminus room. One word from her mouth made me want to crawl to her on my knees, but her sentence brought me to my knees. „Did you miss me baby?"

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