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diary of a butcher 2 |
| Written by rachael | |
| Thursday, 28 February 2008 | |
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June 18th 2001 Since the first victim there has been three others. Don't get me wrong they all deserved it. Im merely taking out the trach. The second victim was another young male that selled drugs to underaged children. The third was a female teacher that sexually abused three pupils. Last but not least was another male but older this time. He was charged for murder but was evicted not guilty. I thought otherwise...I knew otherwise. he told me that he murdered the small girl, it was his last plee for freedom. I gave him false hope...told him that there's a chance he will be let go. He enjoyed the senceless murder too much, I couldn't let him go. There was no chance for him. You could say that I'm a murderer killing bad people for the good of the world. You can be with or against me, either way I don't care. What people don't know wont hurt them. They say that every killer takes a token from their victims...well its true. I keep a piece of skin taken from there shoulder, each skin piece has there own doggy bag with their name on it. It's 11:00 now and I realy don't have anything else to write but farwell reader for tomorrow is another buisy day. June 30th 2001 The cops were hanging around today, they look pretty suspicious. It doesn't bother me. There is little chance that they know its me. I mean I make sure there is no witnesses and I'm carefull not to leave anything behind. No-one knows about my second job but myself. Getting on with it, there was another three victims...living in America can have its advantages. There are alot of guilty people here and they need to be brought to justice. Like the others these people deserved to die. paetaphiles, drug addicts and murderers, they're all guilty. The downside of kiling these people is disposing of the leftovers. Another clever idea came to me...why not dump them. After a while the council covers the dump with concrete due to toxic gases. After being concreted over there is little chance of the remains being found. Everyone has complimented on the meat, I just tell them that the farmers have a new feed. No one has catched on. The drug addicts parts on the other hand were too disgusting to sell. There goes meat down the drain. I cant say that I enjoy my work but I don't regret doing it. Well would you look at the time 12:02 I think it's time to hit the sack for tomorrow is another buisy day. Copyright 2008 rachael |
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