Dear Conscious, I'm In Love With A Serial Killer

Everything was going as planned. The Funeral was progressing as expected. He watched when a small curvy brunette walked down the aisle sitting in front of him. He couldn't breathe. Out of all the women he has killed none were as perfectly proportioned as this woman. He wanted to see her again, even if that meant killing again. He bit his lip leaning back focusing on the woman in front of him taking in her beauty. He needed her, no...He wanted her. And he always got what he wanted when he wanted it. He grabbed a piece of paper from the pew and scribbled on it. Gabe was relentless. He passed her the small square paper and she thanked him nicely for the gift. He watched in awe as she unfolded it carefully and his breath got caught in his throat. She smiled tucking it in her hands gloves slightly turning her head to the side teasing him. He sat back again as it started. Gabe slipped his hands in his pockets imaging the woman in front of him without her clothes on below him. He imagined the noises she'd make when he fucked her till she cried for him to stop. He imagined her curly brown hair soaked in sweat. He imagined her screams for him causing him to tighten his balled up fists in his pockets. He bit down on his lip hard as he imagined her going down on him blood on his hands getting all over her as he held her hips. Gabe quietly cleared his throat focusing again on the funeral as people made their speeches only boring him.