The Killer Behind The Camera

The Killer Behind The Camera

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*Note this is a serial killer story* As I throw the girls body into the east river I smile. * a few weeks later* I need a new toy to play with. I go behind one of the many bars in the area. I pick up a. I attract a homosexual male and take him back to my place. As we get there I knock him out. As I tie him to the bed he wakes up. The man says " this is new." He smiles at me thinking this is a game. I pick up my freshly cleaned scalpel and begin to dissect the man. He begins to scream I think about getting the gag. I decide to let him feel all the pain and let all the noises come out. I cut off both of his nipples, then I begin to break his fingers one by one. When I get done with that I break his legs. After words I castrate ( cut off his balls) him. As he screams in agony begging me to stop I stab him in the eye telling him to shut up. I smile as I reach inside of him pulling out his insides and his heart out killing him. I stop my camcorder. I like my work *End*
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