Confessions of a Killer

Confessions of a Killer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 10, 2017
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Maybe it was the sound they made. Perhaps it was the pain in their eyes. It could have been their deep, pain filled cry for mercy or even their little stories on how they have a family to take care of. Maybe it was the way their bodies looked, lifeless, cold, washed out. Whatever the deep, twisted thing I got off on, it drove me to murder. It made me crave the feeling of taking a life with my own doing. The feeling took over me and made me into the person I am now. For a long time I was never caught, but this is no story about how I got away with the delicious killings I accomplished, no, this is the story of how I got caught. You may think I got caught by the police and got arrested on the spot, but my friend, you would be wrong. You may think that justice was finally given to all those "poor" souls I stole from innocent people by me rotting away in a jail cell with no body to converse with, but there you are again, wrong.
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He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

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