How to Make a Serial Killer; The Written Confessions of Loreley James

How to Make a Serial Killer; The Written Confessions of Loreley James

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****TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSULT, MURDER, SELF HARM, AND GORE. PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RECREATE ANYTHING DESCRIBED IN THESE WRITINGS. EVERYTHING IN HERE IS A WORK OF FICTION, ANY CONNECTIONS TO ACTUAL PEOPLE ARE PURELY COINCIDENCE, PLEASE TREAT IT AS SO.*** Summary: "That won't come easily. You don't know what you're asking me to confess to," I said, adding an extra charm. His posture straightened with his glare. His hands gripped the rim of the chair with a tightness that left his knuckles white. His glare was deep and intruding, looking for any kind of remorse for my suspected crimes. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was trying to seduce me. "Ma'am," he started, "we searched your other residence." My smile faltered slightly, a small slip. My mind moved to sorrow, anger, now, pride. "Don't you find it beautiful, Officer?" I questioned. "The beauty of the hunt? The relaxed skill of documentation? Aren't you glad for all the evidence I gathered for you?" Silence. Deafening silence. My arresting officer stood in the same place, gripping the back of his chair. His partner, calm, collected, a mirror to my state. Perhaps understanding as well, one could hope. The partner gave a small left sided smile. "Perhaps we can come up with a deal?" I smiled back. "Barns," he spoke to the other, "call the D.A." My arresting officer slammed the front of his chair into the table. "That's bull-" "Call her," he interrupted. Cool, calm, collected, mirror. Voice steady along with breathing. It's amazing how he's still breathing when he's so breathtaking. *** Loreley James, 32 years old, female, mother of two, serial killer. Resently arrested for the rape and attemped murder of Allyssa Urel, she begins to write her statement. After finding thousands of shreds of evidence, they offered her a deal, she confesses and they take the death sentence off the table.
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The banging starts again but this time a lot louder. I can hear the girls screaming up stairs. I pick up my phone and dial 911. "Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?" "There are a bunch of wolves outside my house. I think they have rabies or something I'm not sure." The banging gets louder and I can feel my face getting wet from the tears. "Mamm did you say wolves are there?" "Yes Yes there are wolves about 10 of them out here in my front yard. I need help!" I hang up the phone and sit on the end of the stair case. I close my eyes and start praying. Something I haven't done in a while. "I have faith, there is a god. I have faith, there is a god, I have faith, there is a god." I repeat over and over. The glass breaks and I start screaming. I stand up and try to scramble up the stairs. The door comes falling down and there are about 10 wolves standing in front of my door. A woman emerges and walks toward me. She snaps her fingers and the pretty brown wolf is in front of me. Right there by my face. "Ridanna you know what to do." Her teeth is wrapped around my neck and she sinks them in. I try to scream but it's hard to. At first it hurts but now the pain no longer exists. I feel like there is no such thing as pain and I feel light as if I can float off the Earth. Fine as hell white boy with a pro-black activist fall for each other. Cherise Miss Activist doesn't want to date Zaire the fine as hell white boy not for his race but for his secrets. What if he had a past he didn't tell you about and the only way you found out is because the past came to kill you? And I'm not talking werewolves and vampires. Cherise would only wish for problems for they would be so simple compared to hers and Zaire's. If any woman found out Zaire's secrets they'd take off running to the nearest police station or they end up in a body bag in the end. Depends....which will come first?

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