The Killing Spree

The Killing Spree

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Terror
I slowly press the knife into her stomach. Earning loud screams from her, father just watching. " Not protecting your wife? Tsk, tsk, tsk. " She dies. I quickly turn to him. In a low voice, I say, " You're next. " I slowly drag the knife down his chest, a big cut with blood coming along with it. An even more gruesome smile appears on my face. My father stares at me in horror. " Wh-What... Who.. Are you? " He dies after that. I grab both of them and bring them to a nearby warehouse. " Nice, " I whisper. I go on the top and hang their bodies. I go back to the house and grab my things such as: Clothes, water, brush. That's all. I would never go back there otherwise. No one will know, my thoughts called out to me. " I know, " I said, aloud.
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WARNING: This story contains explicit material and some languages which may not be appropriate to everyone. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is my first story ever. I hope you enjoy reading every part of this psychological thriller. Comments and suggestions are most welcome. Reproduction of any part of this original story is prohibited. PROLOGUE Head investigator, Brent Sherwood found a very distraught young woman at the crime scene. She was hiding in the walk-in closet behind the hanging wardrobes of the dead man. Her eyes were wary and scared. He asked for her name. "Nikola", she whispered in thick Italian accent. Her voice was full of anguish and despair . "Are you the dead man's daughter?" Brent asked the young woman whose exotic beauty was covered with sweat, tears and great fear. She shook her head and mumbled, "Wife". There's a pang of regret that stuck in his throat. In that moment of disbelief, he immediately erased that first impression to console a bereaved woman. Whoever believes in love at first? Such foolishness should be deleted off his mind. His feelings must not cloud his judgement. He must act in accordance to his job even if it's his first time to admire a woman after 3 years in solitude. Did she kill her husband? That's the question he must unravel before focusing on his own personal motive.

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