Disbelief.

Disbelief that this was it...

That she was going to die...

I pushed the blade deeper into her neck...

I felt the blood squirt into my face and foam out of her mouth...

leaning over i kissed her deeply

The metallic taste was exquisite

I looked at her eyes as they were deprived of life...

Now there was nothing there but a vacant stare...

"I know what you must be thinking," I told the reporter interviewing

me...

That there is reason to why I do this.

But there isn't.

I have no real psychological trauma.

I wasn't molested.

I wasn't raped.

I wasn't beaten.

My parent's were to some extent religious.

They use to take me to church every Sunday.

I use to play baseball for the park near my house...

I was just a normal boy...

With a normal life...

But one day all that changed.

I was very angry with my parents...

Because they couldn't afford to buy me a bike.

I went in my room and cried.

I was so angry I grabbed my pet frog and flung it across the room.

I stared in disbelief as it splattered on the wall...

I watched the limp body slowly slide to the floor,

Leaving a trail of entrails and blood...

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I had always been intrigued by death...

But at that moment...A passion for death was awakened deep

inside my soul...

I grew up pretending to be normal...

To me women were easy to come by.

I graduated from high school with high honors...

The first human being I ever killed was a prostitute...

Her name was Delilah if I remember correctly...

It was a rather messy ordeal...

I stabbed her several times with an ice pick in the back...

I thought she was dead...

But she wasn't...

The ***** stabbed me in my stomach, with my own ******* knife no

less...

When she tried to run I grabbed her leg...

She hit the floor hard and started kicking at me...

I crawled up to her.

The I proceeded to push the ice pick into her eye.

I could not hear her screams of pain...

I was in my own world...

She stopped kicking.

As I tried to remove the  ice pick from the hole that what was left

of her eye...

It popped out with the pick as blood gushed out of the empty eye

socket...

I looked at her once pretty face now atrociously disfigured...

I turned and looked at the eye hanging from the pick.

I placed it in my mouth...

The taste of blood was almost orgasmic.

Cleaning that "un-tidiness" up from my apartment was rather

difficult...

Needless to say I was a lot more careful after that...

"Very interesting Mr. Blake" the reporter told me, "please call me

Andrew" I told her as I looked at her,

A beautiful woman with gorgeous hazel eyes, a shapely figure, and

long browns hair.

"How did you dispose of the bodies?" She said...

"I put them in metal tub inside my bathroom: I responded, "the I

poured lye and water"

"The bodies dissolved in a matter of hours."

"What made you turn yourself in?" She asked.

"I was merely tired of it," I said, "but I was wrong, oh how I miss it

now"

She wrote my words down as I slowly picked my handcuffs with a

paperclip I had acquired months in anticipation.

"Very well Mr. Blake, just one more question" she said "why did you

kill all these girls"

I chuckled....

In one motion I threw my freed hand from my handcuffs  and  I

grabbed her pencil. I shoved it into her mouth.

"I do what I do because I love it" then I struck the pencil's end

with the heel of my hand...

I saw her as she choked on her own blood...

I didn't even hear them rush into the room with their weapons

cocked.

I saw her in all her beauty...

Then I turned to find myself staring at the mouth of a shotgun.

then a bright light.

"How the **** could you let this happen!" screamed the Warden at

the guards as he ran into the room, "they are going to have our

asses for this."

He looked down at both bodies. "she's dead," said a Officer.

"Andrew Blake" said the Warden, "what a ******* psycho" then he

turned away, and walked out of the room shaking his head