I am an abomination, I am a killer. I don't understand why I'm this way I just have to kill, and kill. The urges don't stop even as I watch my victim squirm as if she's a fish wriggling around on land. Her head bounces around in the sink, pounding against the dark wooden slab locked around her neck. The cuffs around her wrist strain the steal bars that hold her arms high against the red brick wall. I could hear the agonizing sound of her frail shoulder popping out of its needed place, she began to struggle more. The sight of her losing life in front of me gave me pleasure. This pleasure was the greatest sensation I had ever felt, yet pain set into my soul, for I knew I was a monster of pure sin.
It wasn't much longer till her struggle slowed, then came to a silent stop. I stared at her for a several moments more and watched her muscles contract. My lips carved into a murders smile. Her life was absent, her suffering was done; My smile was for both. I slithered over to the body and unlocked the cuffs. The arms dropped like stones to the floor. I undid the lock for the wooden slab. The remaining body slid to the tile making a sound much like a crack.
Immediately after the sound was made, I could hear motion behind me. I turned my body with a snap in fear as though my sin had been discovered. I expected to see the police rush into me and sweep me away. Instead I saw my second victim lift her abdomen off the floor. She turned to me and then swiftly came to her feet and dashed to the opposite direction. I sprung after her and entered the next room of my chambers.
This room was cluttered with plastic bags, bottles, and bleach. The woman stood in the far left corner of the room, trapped and frightened. As her eyes caught sight of me entering the room she flattened her body against the wall.
“Leave me alone!” she shrieked at me as I paced toward her.
“Don't struggle miss.” I replied with an emotionless voice. I became with in arms reach and grabbed her shoulders. She screeched and drew her nails across my face. I stumbled back slightly as she cried
“Get away! Get away!” I rushed back into her this time wrapping my fingers around her tense throat. My arms crashed her to the ground as I put my body on top of hers. She swung her arms frantically around me. I tightened my killer grip to insure she wouldn't get air into her body.
“Don't struggle ma'am the more you struggle the more it hurts.” I said to her with strain on the end of my words as I thrust my weight on to her neck.
Her arms stopped flailing around my head and smacked the cold ground. I pulled my hands from her bruised skin and stood up hawking down at her. I sighed with the thought of the deed I had just finished. It was time now to hide the evidence of this happening; I grabbed a bottle of bleach.
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