aUTHOR'S nOTE: Never wrote a story about a serial killer. I was watching that show dexter. For you who don't know what it is. Its this show on showtime about a guy named dexter morgan who is hot as fuck. he's a serial killer that kills other serial killers. Dexter morgan is hot as shit. This serial killer that i made up is nothing like dexter though. I feel kind of sick for writing this but just enjoy and comment and tell me if i should write one more part or leave it here. COMMENT !!!!
It was the fear that I was attracted to. The screams......the cries...and the begging is what turned me on the most. I've been doing this for years. Well not alot but for about five years. I guess that since I was a little, I was addicted to seeing blood. Something about the dark red thickness to it. Just the name of it........I loved it. My victims were all women between the ages of Sixteen to Thirty. Any weight. Any height. White and black. The victim that lied on my table now was sixteen. Pretty brunette with brown eyes and a slender body. A bright mind. I knew her. She was a regular customer at my brother's job. Her face was messy from the mascara that ran down her face from her crying alot. Her eyes were red and her hair was tangled everywhere. But she was still beautiful none the less. She'd been begging me for days to let her go but......it was too much fun to see her suffering. I leaned against the wall and stared at her body. Her eyes looked into mine. "Please, if you me go, I won't tell." She whispered. Her voice was barely audible. She haven't ate nor have she drunk anything in a week and a half. "I don't give a damn if you tell or not. You won't have proof." I said matter of fact. She turned her head away from me. I went to my hidden cabinet and grabbed my tools out. A couple of knives. Sharp scissors. The key to being a successful murderer was 'Cover Your Ass.' The way they potray murderers on television was silly. Almost offending. I didn't always kill the same way. I covered my clothes with a plastic apron. A little too obvious...I know. I roamed my eyes over the girl's body. She turned her attention to me. "Please. Don't." Her voice was barely audible once again. I smiled. That was my favorite part. The begging.
"Your begging doesn't do shit but arouse me. I hope you know that." I said grabbing a knife. She didn't answer. I walked towards the table she was tied on. She watched the knife as I raised it over her face. "Why are you doing this?" She asked. I hovered the knife over her body. She watched me. "I guess you can say it's a hobby that I enjoy very, very much. I place the knife against the dark pink bra she had on. She whimpered. I slowly and gently slid the knife beneath the fabric and pulled the knife up. The fabric ripped and I snatched it off of her skin. This girl......her name was Alessa. Alessa Hughes and I've been watching her alot lately. She was sixteen and lived with her mother who I see everyday. Me and her mother knew eachother very well, we went to highschool together. I know it's sick to kidnap her daughter but the second I saw Alessa......I knew I had to do this. I slid the knife down and swiped it over her pink panties. She tensed up and small cries escaped out of her lips. I slid the knife into her panties and she made a sound as if she was in pain. I smiled and looked at her face. "Are you a virgin?" I asked her. She nodded. I grinned wider and slid the knife out of her panties and sat it down. I grabbed the waistline and slowly pulled them down her legs. She started kicking and I tied down her legs. I don't normally do that to my victims. I normally just tie their hands over their head to the table.
"Let me go!" she yelled. I leaned down to trace my tongue over her lips and my lust for her was dangerously growing. I wasn't a rapist type of guy. I have once however....and I don't regret it. Alessa was completely naked and exposed to me. I smiled evily and placed my hand over her womanhood. I suddenly got an idea. A sick idea in my head that i've never done to a woman nor teenager before. "What are you going to do?" She asked in a teary voice. I didn't respond. I walked to my drawer and pulled out a black blindfold and shut the drawer back. I walked over and tied it over Alessa's beautiful brown,fearful eyes. Before the fun could began, I turned on my camera. I loved to video tape me torturing my victims and I kept a small container of blood with my victim's initial's on it. I grabbed a small glass cylinder.....smaller than my finger- and marked it: A.H. I kept the small containers in a box under my floorboard in my bedroom. I made sure the camera had a good angle on Alessa's naked body.
I walked back over to her and gently ran my finger between her folds. A small moan came out of her mouth. I smiled and grabbed the knife and tightened it in my hand. I lowered the knife and placed it between her folds. She let out a small cry. I lowered the knife to her entrance. She tensed up. My eyes looked her face and then back down at the knife in my hand. I was about to break her virginity. I quickly jammed the knife inside of her and she let out a high-pitched shriek. I smiled. Her body wiggled and her mouth screamed hurting my ears but making me feel so good. I slid the knife out and threw it on the floor and began fingering her. I stared at her face as she cried in pain. I felt a warm substance around my finger. I knew it was her blood. I smiled and took my finger out of her. I looked at my hand and saw the dark red blood. I smiled and then looked at her. I walked up until I was standing beside her head. "Open your mouth." I ordered. Alessa didn't respond. I grabbed her cheeks with my hand and squeezed them together. "Open your fucking mouth." I demanded. She hesitated but finally opened her mouth. I placed my finger into her mouth and made her taste her own blood. She nearly gagged and coughed. I laughed at her and just stood watching her as saliva came out of her mouth. Her cries started again but they weren't as loud as before.
No doubt she was sore. I just broke her virginity with a knife. Must hurt like hell........... Feels good not being a girl. I went to my drawer and opened it. I grabbed a hammer and smiled as I studied it. Alessa made small whimpering sounds. Her body was shaking in fear. She didn't know what was going to happen next. I placed the hammer on the table she was on and looked at her body. I saw blood pouring out of her entrance. I smiled and placed my hand in the blood and then rubbed it over her mouth. She yelled as the blood covered her mouth. She was dying and I was smiling. I walked over to my table of tools and grabbed a smaller knife and opened the small cylinder-like container. I cut through her soft delicate skin and the dark red thick liquid poured out. As it fell, I placed the small container below the wound and watched the drops fall down into the it. I watched carefully as the blood dropped. When it was full, I placed it in the box with my other containers of blood from my others victims.
I closed the box and went back over to her. She shook as her crying continued. I walked in front of the camera and smiled. "Alessa Hughes. Sixteen. Brown hair. Light Ivory skin. Brown eyes. Daughter of Kelly Hughes. Alessa is my thirty-fifth victim and she's been locked in my basement for a week and a half. Her blood type is O negative. Her Date of Birth is: September 30, 1995. Her date of death is today which is September 30, 2011." I said to the camera. "No!" Alessa cried. "Please don't do this! Please!" She yelled. "Happy birthday, Alessa." I said turning to her. "Fuck you!" She cried. I placed the camera closer to look at her face. Then I took off her blindfold and placed it on the floor. I grabbed the hammer I had earlier and gripped it tight in my hand. She shook her head as she saw the hammer I had. "Goodbye." I said softly as I stroked her hair. She closed her eyes. I got on the table to straddle her and then I raised the hammer to the side where you hammer nails into something. The somewhat circle side. I forced it down and it connected with her head. An immediate gush of blood came out. She didn't even have time to sceam. I repeatedly beat her head repeatedly with the hammer and her blood splattered onto the plastic apron I had on. I didn't care. This is how I got my anger out. My anger for letting myself become obssesed with this 'hobby'. I had anger for everything that has happened to me. The abuse my father and stepfather did to me. My mother's drug addiction problem. This was how I got every ounce of rage I had out. Every fucking ounce. By torturing and then murdering innocent girls. It felt good to hear their screams and feel the fear they carried inside of their bodies. I finally turned the hammer on the other side. The pointy side and jammed it in her head. Then I let go. I watched her damaged bloody face and breathed deeply. Another murder. A murder I enjoyed doing. The urge to kidnap and torture came back to me immediatley. The faster I get rid of this body, the sooner I can find my next victim.