Perks Of Being A Serial Killer

Perks Of Being A Serial Killer

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"Once a killer, always a killer." "How in the world could there be perks to being a serial killer?" She shrieks with fear oozing out her voice. I smirk as I spin around in my heels to face her. "Well, first of all," I say holding up one manicured finger, "if someone is annoying me I will kill them without flinching." She winces at my words and my smirk grows larger. I hold up another finger in her face, "Second..." I trail off and tap my chin with a thoughtful expression, "people pay me well to get their 'dirty deeds' done, might you say." I lunge at her just as she tried so run and place my hands delicately on the side of her chin and her head. I twist with all of my strength and I hear a satisfying snap echo around the empty room. Her body is thrown aside as I brush imaginary dirt off of my shirt. "Well, that was quite tiresome." I murmur as I pull a key out of my pocket and walk out of the house, locking the door behind me.
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#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.

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