Diary of a Serial Killer

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It was a bittersweet night. The sensations I felt, the sounds filling the air, the smells of fragrance mixed with blood and fear.

I could see the terror in her eyes yet she laughed gleefully at my feeble attempts. I tried to cut her deeper and harder, yet every time she just laughed, ever louder and louder.

I wanted to yell at her, “Shut up!” but my voice had vanished so I decided to pull her hair out. I kept ripping and tugging yet the laughing would not stop. I could see droplets of blood forming on her scalp and bits of flesh being pulled away as I ripped and tugged until there was nothing left.

That’s when she went quiet. I walked around to the front of her and stared at her face as the little streams of blood started flowing down, dripping from her chin onto her bare chest. She looked beautiful. Her eyes closed, her head tilted down, her skin shimmering with the dark blood in the dull light.

Then I decided to cut her loose from the chair. I started with her legs. The ties holding her down had cut into her skin. It was bruised and bleeding as she’d struggled to free herself. By the time I managed to cut all her ties I realised that the pliers kept slipping around in my hands. My blood soaked hands.

I looked at her again. This time it felt different. I felt a sensation of relief. A sensation of peace. She finally seemed at peace.

Then, my nightmare started again. She lifted her head and laughed at me. I grabbed her around the throat and stabbed at her abdomen with the pliers. I stabbed and stabbed yet she laughed, uncontrollably, incessantly at my feeble attempts.

Then, finally, I woke up. It was but a dream. My vest was damp from the sweat and I could feel my clammy pillow cooling the back of my neck. Yet, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling in the dark of the night with but one thought on my mind.

Sarah, it’s time.