Eleventh Kill

Reads: 104  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

An unknown serial killer who kills for protecting a close person.

Right before summer ends, a serial killer stalks his next unexpected visitor. A tall blonde lady who worked in a cafeteria as a cashier had caught someone’s greedy eyes.

Midnight at 12:05, she walked the lonely street of Alabama as she felt something strange, someone is following her. At a gas station, she stopped there and rested on a big cottage.

“Hi!” A kind voice of a weary maid greeted her. “Hi too!” She hesitated to reply but it was all up on her. She was offered by a hot coffee with soft chamomile flowers.

“Just the coffee. I don’t need the flowers.” She was struck by the maid's sharp ebony eyes. “Did you know that a calm human flesh is the best thing to slaughter?”

She panicked, her veins started to grow with fear. She stood up as fast as she could but the weary maid held her hair with so much strength.

A big oval-shaped vase struck her head and dripped with full red blood across her snowy face. She was unconscious after being hit. Her body was strangled into a storage room with dim light.

The weary maid had tied her with a rope around a stool with a taped mouth. As she began to regain her consciousness, she saw her dim surroundings with so much blood on the wall, the trash bins were full of human skins tangled with a silky straight hair of a parlor woman. She started to felt the dizziness that caused her to vomit at instant.

Above her, there was a string of metal fiber connected at both ends, there were hanged large intestines of human that already rotten on its form. On an opened door, she saw the weary maid entered with a butcher’s knife on her left hand.

She felt so scared and nervous, her feet are acted to ran away but she couldn’t. The two fingers from her right were cut off and thrown it on the nearby bins. She pulled out the tape on her mouth.

“Who are you! Why are you doing this to me!” Her eyes was full of pain as it gave off hundreds of tears that rolled down to her pity face. There was a big sharp cutter on the table, he handed it and forced the blonde girl to open her mouth.

The weary maid’s hands were strong that made the joints on blonde girl’s face to cracked with a silent sound. She couldn’t felt anything on her face. She pulled out her tongue, and with the sharp blades of a cutter, the tongue fell down on the cold floor. Her mouth was bubbled by a litter of blood.

She was destined to another room where ten dead bodies of women are being kept and a foul smell of carcasses surrounded every corner. No heads, left arms, and both legs with too much lacerations on stomach and back.

On a dark far left of the room, a chainsaw was operated by the weary maid and sliced the body of the blonde girl, leaving her upper torso only to be matched by a head. For the last of her devilish acts, the weary maid heated a pan of oil in a full level of fire.

The freshly boiled oil was poured down to the dying half body of the blonde girl that resulted for a severe burn, turned her skin to peeled off and the flesh was outburst with so much blood. She made her last breath as she died helplessly with so much torture on hell.

This was the narration I’d written on my journal. Personally, I enjoyed every detail as I wrote it, while remembering all the screaming and crying for salvation of that bitch blonde that midnight of 13th of November.

This was the eleventh girl I killed for my boyfriend whom I really loved the most. I would do anything, even killing is the price to pay just to keep him mine, mine alone.

 


Submitted: July 07, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Mr. Fictitious. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:

More Mystery and Crime Short Stories

Other Content by Mr. Fictitious

Short Story / Romance

Short Story / Romance