Thoughts of a Killer

his first kill was wonderful but with every kill, his desire would grow, until it consumed him.

     It was like turning the page of a book. So simple, so easy to rid myself of the problem.

     Darkness flooded into the room in whick I resolved the final question. The window was open for the moon to witness, but there was no moon. My hands swept across the soft lush carpet under me. The pure white carpet that was burned into my memory, stained with sin. My hands unconciously fled to my face where I smelled the sweet scent of my newfound freedom. My eyes closed as I savored the moment. I slid a finger into my mouth, to test if it tasted like it smelled; it did.

     I began to replay the events in my head. The soft, milky skin under me quivered as I spoke a name. I loved the way the eyes shined with wet tears; the nevervous laughter ringing through my ears. It was a game to me, for her to cry out.

     She was my first, but most certainly not my last. I would continue my game. Play, tricking them into this wonderful mindset that I had. Letting them believe that all was well.

     I breathed in the aftermath of my sin, before grabbing the glass full of ecstasy that had been filled to the brim in the past hour. I lifted it to my lips and drank the sweetness that I had the pleasure to taste on my fingers. It was thick, but that was to be expected now wasn't it. My heart sang as I downed the blood of my dead wife.

Author's Note

okay, tell me if you want this to be his thoughts during a story of the kill or should this be it??? Let me know please....

Reviews

[Preston]

i liked this

[jumbie's #1 fan]

Wow this is very horrific. Well developed, and could be expanded into a larger story. Good job

[Irin Chendale]

I could see this as being part of a larger project. Something where the narrator journals about his thoughts, his lusts, and all that. I like the added bit about him drinking the blood, very creative.