A Killer's Reason

Mon, 02/05/2018 - 21:21 -- desi45

The vibrating sound of the machinery rang loudly throughout the room.

I took great pleasure in listening to its penetrating music as I watched

her small statured body wreathe against the blood-stained straps

that held her tightly to the sturdy chair.

I had been lucky enough to find this little dame strolling down alone on Main Street.

Her solid courage to be alone in a big city where there are predators

like myself everywhere, struck me and drew me in,

as I decided to follow along with her.

The woman’s head shook lightly as her voice came out muffled

from under the soiled cloth I had wedged between her teeth.

I assumed that she was doing what every victim I abducted did: beg for their pitiful life.

I remembered how she screamed for help, and threw her fists against me.

I appreciated the fact that she thought some self-centered person would

want to come and aid her to safety but of course no one would.

As I turned my head, my eyes clung to her small form.

She was still struggling to gain her escape from the old abandoned building.

I knew that I had a real tendency to want to make a connection

with my victims before ending their life.

I stepped closer to the chair she was forcibly sat down in as she halted all movements.

My hand grazed against her womanly soft tan-like skin of her plump cheek.

The dark, cool brown makeup she used made her face look hollow to a person’s view

but as up close as I was, I could see the truth.

I could see that she was a beautiful girl, not yet hitting her thirties,

but yet she still had a mature quality to her.

She felt different, like it was something new I had not yet experienced. 

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