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no remorse |
| Written by rachael | |
| Monday, 31 March 2008 | |
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Share it:       I could feel her blood trickling down my face. Its red slithers creating a Celtic pattern, almost like a temporary tattoo. A drop falls onto my lip and I lick it off. Such beautiful nectar! I let out a sigh of pleasure. My poor victim lays helpless of the floor. The room is dimly lit by a single candle. It was also empty except for an old wooden chair. It was my favorite chair, it holds so many memories. It’s where I watch them. They go crazy from my silence. They scream and curse at me. It’s quite amusing. I have been watching her for two weeks. I kept close to her daily routine. That’s how I successfully captured her. She didn’t have much of a social life. As a matter of fact, she didn’t even have a social life. As she was walking home from work a shot her with a sedative. It wasn’t easy dragging her away; she was heavier than what she looked. After an hour of struggling I finally got her back to my place. I pull the skin back from a fresh cut on her thigh. I lick the crimson liquid from her leg and my fingers. Her lyrical screaming soon turns into loud sobs. I move my hands in the air letting them dance to the music. I look down into her eyes and watch as the life begins to fade from them. I look at her naked body covered in cuts and bruises. I could feel my member getting hard. Such an erotic sight to look at. I spread her legs and admire her flower. Such a beautifully damaged flower. I thrust hard into her but she stays limp. I dig my fingers into her cuts, making sure that my hands are covered with her blood. I spread the blood all over my face while moaning in pleasure. I thrust harder and faster until my sweet seed spills all inside her. I let out a gasp of relief only to see her eyes lifeless. The body laid in separate bags. One for the head, another for the arms and legs and one for her mangled torso. I cleaned the blood up to the best of my abilities. I set my chair back into the middle of the room. I also change the clump of wax for a new candle. I clean the iron cuffs of any blood and skin. The room is now ready for another victim. **** “We have arrested the would be Jack The Ripper.” The lieutenant announces. “We have identified five victims, there is possibly more.” “Can you list the names of the victims?” A reporter asks. “Their names will be listed in order of death. Mary Ann Walker, Eliza Ann Smith, Elisabeth Gustsdotter, Catherine Eddowes and Mary Jane Kelly. We have found that all these names are identical to the Jack The Ripper victims.” “Do you know why he did this?” A different reporter asks. “We are currently interrogating the man.” The lieutenant left the podium with that last statement. **** “Why did you kill these women?” A man shouts. Five pictures of women were spread across the table. “Because…I wanted to.” I simply reply. “Because you wanted to! Did you feel anything when you tortured and raped them to death? Did you?!” “Yes…I felt excited.” “You disgust me. You’re a ******* animal!” With that the man slammed his fist hard into the table. I just sit there smiling. A guard leads me out of the room, my hands cuffed behind my back. I’m lead past several cells before we stop at mine. “Home sweet home.” The guard comments. He pushes me into my cell, shuts the door then un-cuffs me. He turns around and leaves with a disgusted look on his face. “Perfect.” I say with a smile still beaming across my face. Copyright 2008 rachael |
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