October 11th: My Strange Profession

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I don't live like most people. I don't survive like most people. I assume that at first glance, I'm pretty normal. I have an apartment, I pay rent, I eat food, there's nothing weird about it. I tell almost everyone that I'm an accountant. An accountant is the best go-to fake profession because it is so boring, people don't wish for you to discuss it any further.
"What do you do?" "I'm an accountant"

"Say no more"
The reason I don't discuss my work is that my profession works outside the law. I am an assassin. Professionally. I don't like to think of myself as a villainous person. I kill people, but I like to see beyond that. I get paid for killing people. Most of the time, I have no idea what, but I just do it. This is a profession of choice. Not an, "I just do it for the money", kind of thing. I enjoy killing people. I've been so filled with rage my entire life, my passion is to kill. My passion is to show people a slow, painful, torturous death. It's a living, and I'm happy.
I'm a ghost.

The police can't catch me, and I doubt they ever will.
Let me tell you how I go about my day. I normally check the dark web for any job opportunities that might show. I choose the highest paying ones and get to work.
I break in stealthily into wherever this person resides, and I kidnap them, this is where I have my fun. The job says kill, never specifies how, so I kidnap them, torture them until their eyes bulge out and blood pours out of them.
It is the best sensation in the world. I love seeing them bleed.
I love hearing them scream.

I love it all. So beware.
Don't piss anyone off, because they'll call me. I assume I'll see you very soon, won't I?

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