The Game of Murder

I watched her in the crowd as she sat among the onlookers admiring the fireworks that lit up the night sky. It was the beginning of a new year and the beginning of another series of murders that would soon have detectives on the hunt for a serial killer.

I had killed many times before, but I was never suspected of murder as most of my prey would end up on a missing persons list in different parts of the country. I had initially made it a rule to never kill in the same place twice but I have since found a suitable killing ground that could be used repeatedly.

My latest victim was not the most attractive girl, with her short, mousy brown hair and slightly overweight appearance, but something about her appealled to me the moment I saw her. Her name was Veronica and she had only recently passed her eighteenth birthday.

We had been chatting online for several months, sharing our dark fantasies and role-playing in a game of cyber-murder. She enjoyed playing victim to my many murderous desires as I found new and intensely cruel ways of killing her online which seemed to enhance her own deathly fantasies.

It would seem that the game of murder was one we both enjoyed on a psychological level. I had been the victim of abuse for most of my childhood and had learned to deal with the pain by giving it to others. It was my release. My ability to regain the power and control I had lost as a child. The game of cyber-murder was also a form of release and although it did not compare to the real murders I had already commited, it was a mild release none the less.

Veronica had also been abused as a child but found much more pleasure in relinquishing control, than regaining it. Her fantasies though were merely fantasies and although she expressed a desire to fulfill them, the very thought of actually dying by the hands of killer scared her considerably.

The fireworks drew to a close as the crowd gathered their belongings and headed to the parking lot at the far end of the large, suburban park. The park was no place to be after dark when all others had left. It was a hangout for drug addicts, prostitutes and their johns and the occasional serial killer. Tonight would be no different. Once the crowd had cleared, those with a desire for the devious would remain.

I stood in the shadows, watching and waiting as thoughts of Veronica filled my mind. I could think of nothing more pleasurable than ripping apart her tender flesh with the sharp edge of my knife, feeling the warmth of her crimson blood and watching the light as it fades from her eyes in the final moment of death. I was excited to say the least! It would not be long before the real game of murder would begin...

Veronica picked up the blanket she had been sitting on and shook out the dust that had clung to it's woolen fabric. She carefully folded it and headed to her car in the parking lot. I followed her in the crowd, keeping to a safe distance in order to prevent suspicion. She had seen a partial photo of my face online, so I was not about to make the mistake of being recognised too soon. I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to show her that I alone could fulfill her fantasies in ways she could only imagine.

I pretended to fumble for my keys as I watched her unlock her car and climb inside. I unlocked my own car, waited until she started the engine and had reversed out of the parking space before starting the car. I drove behind her at a two-car distance after leaving the parking lot. I was already familiar with the route between the park and her home, but remained behind her as a precaution. I could not be certain that she would head straight home and did not want to lose her on the very same night I intended to catch my prey.

She drove for a little over three miles before finally stopping in front of a small, weatherboard house that badly needed repainting. After locking her car securely for the night, she headed to the front door, unlocked the metal latch and walked inside unaware that someone in the darkness of the night was watching her every move.

While keeping to the shadows as best I could, I parked my car several doors down from Veronica's house, grabbed my black leather bag and hid in some bushes in an area that offered a suitable view of her home. At this hour it would not be long before she headed to bed and my plan to strike would be put into action. All I could do now was wait.

I sat in the bushes for a good half hour before the house finally fell into darkness. This was the moment I had been waiting for but jumping into action too soon would be a fools move. Waiting an extra half hour would allow Veronica to fall into a deeper sleep, increasing her level of vulnerability. A sudden disturbance could alert the neighbours and add to the possibility of witnesses. Jumping in too soon would mean the element of surprise would not be in my favour.

Although the entertainment industry would have us believe otherwise, murder is not always as exciting as it looks. Hunting and observing your prey can be a long and tedius task. One that must be performed if you wish to keep a schedule of your intended victim's routine. Sometimes though, it is simply a case of waiting until your prey is in a vulnerable position. This allows the quickest and most effective method of capture.

I had discovered, through carefully-lead conversation online, that Veronica was not and had never been an insomniac. All she needed to help her sleep was a dark room and a comfortable pillow. This, of course, was to my advantage. An advantage I would soon make the most of. Waiting half an hour after the lights in the house had gone out was merely a precaution.

My excitement was growing at a steadily rapid pace. The fantasies in my mind increased as the moment to attack drew near. Half hour had finally passed as I crawled from the bushes and crept towards the back of the old house. I carried with me a black leather bag containing several items I would need for the nights events. This was my murder kit. A kit that I had used very successfully in the past.

I had observed the house on several occasions prior to that night, entering the yard under cover of darkness. I took careful note of the safest possible entry and exit points, while familiarising myself with my surroundings as best I could. It would do no good to trip and fall if a quick escape was necessary.

Veronica slept quietly, unaware of her deadly fate as I prepared to climb through a window she had neglected to lock. This was a mistake I was soon to learn. A ceramic mug had been placed on an unsturdy shelf near the window, barely noticeable in the darkness beyond. My hand slipped on the windowsill as I entered the house and in an attempt to regain balance, I accidently bumped the shelf, sending the mug crashing to the floor in the process.

It wasn't long before the sound of creaking floorboards could be heard in the room next door. Veronica had awoken from her peaceful slumber and would soon be in the room I had just entered through the open window. I needed to find a hiding place in order to avoid detection and I had to find it quick.

As Veronica's footsteps drew closer, I quickly withdrew my gun and hid in the shadows behind the door. This was not the most convenient place to hide, but under the circumstances I had very little choice in the matter.

Veronica entered the room and upon noticing the open window, cursed herself for forgetting to close it. If there was sufficient access, the neighbors cat had a tendency to explore her house after dark. It was not the first time Veronica's home had been invaded by her furry neighbor, but she was determined this would be the last. She closed and locked the window and decided to call the animal shelter in the morning. She then removed the broken mug off the floor, took it into the kitchen to dispose of it and returned to her bedroom.

I listened carefully for her footsteps on the floorboards from my position behind the door. I had no intention of receiving any more unexpected surprises. Feeling quite certain that she had gone back to bed, I left the place I had been hiding and peered down the hallway in search of a human figure in the darkness beyond. As I suspected, Veronica was nowhere in sight.

I grabbed my murder kit and headed quietly down the hallway towards the bedroom. After entering the room, I placed the bag on the floor and stood in the doorway, watching in silence as my prey slept quietly. I approached her bed and held my hand over her mouth in order to keep her quiet.

"Wake up sweetheart... It's time to play". I whispered, leaning towards her ear.

Veronica mumbled in her sleep and slowely opened her eyes. After a brief moment of confusion, her eyes widened in fear at the realisation of her predicament. A scream escaped her lips as I pushed my hand down harder on her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound.

"If you scream again I will kill you!", I told her as I pushed the barrel of the gun against her head. "I am going to move my hand away from your mouth now. Make a noise and it'll be your last!".

Her muffled screams turned to quiet sobs as she lay there staring at the masked figure above her. I took my hand off her mouth and while pointing the gun at her head, stood up and ordered her to get out of bed. Veronica lay trembling beneath the sheets and refused to move. Her defiance rapidly increased my anger as I grabbed the bedding and pulled it away from her body.

"Are you deaf bitch?! Get the fuck out of that bed now!" I said to her as I grabbed her hair, pulling her face towards mine. "Are you gonna defy me again whore?!"

Veronica shook her head and as I released my grip on her hair, she scrambled out of bed and stood up beside it.

"Please... Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say", she cried as she stood there trembling in fear.

Her naked body was barely visible beneath the white, satin nighty she was wearing. Her nipples were erect beneath the fabric as they pushed their way forward from her breasts. I wanted to touch her and fuck her and feel her tender flesh as it slid against my skin, but I had other plans for this little whore. Plans that were far more exciting than any amount of sex could offer.

I removed a plastic ball from my bag, a roll of gaffa tape and a pair of scissors, handed them to Veronica and ordered her to cut a length of tape off the roll. Veronica looked at the tape and back at me.

"What are you planning to do to me?" she asked through gentle sobs.

"Did I tell you to talk? Shut your trap and do as your told! Put that ball in your mouth and stick the tape over it. We're going for a walk".

With a look of confusion, Veronica placed the ball inside her mouth and cut off a length of tape. After placing the tape over her mouth, I ordered her to remove her nighty and find some clothing more suitable for the outdoors. She found a pair of black track pants and a red jacket with a hood.

"Well now, it looks like I found me a little red riding hood. Okay bitch, we're outta here". I said as I pulled the hood over her head, "Let's go see if granny's home".

I put the tape and scissors back in my bag and ordered Veronica to carry it. I grabbed her by the arm, pointed the gun at her side and told her to keep quiet as we left the house through the backdoor. The neighborhood was quiet as we walked through the darkness towards my car.

I opened the back door of the vehicle and after grabbing the bag off Veronica, I ordered her to get inside. The car had a compartment at the back of it designed for carrying large dogs. With a few modifications in place it was now a metal cage for human prey. I shut the door and locked it, smiling to myself as picked up my bag and climbed into the drivers seat. After returning my gun to it's place, I put the bag on the floor on the passengers side of the vehicle and started the engine. It would take several hours before I would finally reach my destination.

The darkness of the night was slowly yeilding to the sun's rays as I pulled into the driveway of an old, run-down building that had once been a fully-operational slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse had been abandoned several years ago for reasons unknown and although it remained the property of a private owner, it was now mine to do with as I wished.

After parking the car near the entrance, I grabbed my bag off the floor, climbed out and headed around to the back of the vehicle. I placed the bag on the ground and took out my gun and a pair of metal handcuffs. With gun in hand, I unlocked the door and saw Veronica curled up in a fetal position on the floor.

"Hey!", I yelled as I threw the metal handcuffs on her."Put them on your wrists and get out of the car!".

She sat up immediately and locked the metal handcuffs on her wrists, then climbed out of the vehicle and stared at the old building in front of her. With the gag still on her mouth her words became muffled as she attempted to speak.

"Shut the fuck up! Do you see anyone here who gives a shit what you have to say?!" I told her as I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head around.

I had no need to be concerned with witnesses as the building was situated in an area that offered plenty of seclusion for what I had in mind. After all, this was a slaughterhouse and although it had been abandoned by it's workers years ago, the smell of death remained in the air. The nearest town was miles away and the road leading to the property was nothing more than an overgrown track. Anyone who found themself here was either very lost or brought here intentionally by me.

I pointed the gun at Veronica's head, picked up my bag and pushed her towards the entryway to the building. She stumbled forward, regained her footing and started walking again. We reached the door and walked inside. Finding my way around was not a problem as I had been here many times before. In an effort to reduce the darkness within I had also installed lighting with the use of a generator.

I ordered Veronica to walk towards a door near the back of the building. Beyond it lay a surprise she would not soon forget.

I unlocked the door and pushed Veronica inside. She fell to the floor and as she attempted to get back on her feet again, screamed at the sight of human heads that I had placed along a shelf on the wall. Each one was part my prized collection of human tophies and each of the heads had it's own special place in the memories of my mind.

"No need to be afraid". I said in amusement, "They're way too dead to do anything to you".

I placed my bag on the floor and approached Veronica who was attempting to vomit under her gag. I quickly removed the tape and ball from her mouth as she vomited on the floor, gagged and vomited again.

"Oh my god... that smell...", she said in disgust.

I looked at her and smiled, "You'll get used to it soon enough".

After grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to her feet, I walked her over to another door and ordered her to open it. The room beyond was bigger than the one we were currently in. It's walls were splattered in blood in different sections of the room due to the torture devices that had been used on previous occasions. The middle of the room contained a large metal hook in the ceiling and a drain in the floor below that had been used for draining victims of their blood before disposal. At the far back was a cage the size of a prison cell, containing a stained mattress on the floor and a dirty toilet in one corner.

Veronica cried out in shock as she noticed the body of a friend laying beside the mattress.

"Ahh yes... your friend, Chase. He put up a pretty good fight before I finally dragged his ass in here". I told her. "Don't worry though, he's not dead yet. The drugs should wear off soon".

"Why are you doing this?" Veronica cried, "What did we ever do to you?"

"This is a game, Veronica. That's all. Just a game and all you have to do is play by the rules".

Veronica looked at me with anger in her voice, "Is that all this is... a game to you?... You're sick! You need help!!"

"You don't seem to understand something here. This is my game and these are my rules and rule number 1 is... SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH UNTIL I TELL YOU TO OPEN IT!!" I yelled as my anger exploded.

I hit her over the head with the side of my gun and knocked her to the floor. She cringed away in fear expecting another blow. Instead of hitting her again though, I grabbed her by the elbow and lifted her to her feet. I lead her over to the cage that contained her friend, unlocked the door and pushed her inside. She fell to the floor and yelled out in pain as her shoulder hit the hard cement beneath her. I stared into the cage at my prey... Two birds with one stone, I thought with a wicked grin and locked the door behind me.

The sun had risen in the sky and the day was already warming to it's rays as I headed back out to my car. Everything was secured inside the building as I climbed into the drivers seat and drove into town. Kidnapping was hungry work and my stomach was growling for a decent feed.

The town had once flourished with the railroad in full operation and the slaughterhouse supplying work for local stock producers but times had changed. The railroad had closed down a little over 4 years ago and with a severe drought killing much of the live stock back in '05, everything that once profited had lost it's value. Farmers couldn't afford to keep their land and were forced to move out of the area. Those who stayed were either too stubborn or too broke to move.

The main street hosted a cafe and a bar that catered to the few locals still living in the area and occasional tourist passing through, along with a small grocery shop and drug store. All other businesses were either boarded up or simply locked with a 'closed' sign posted on the window. With the main street virtually deserted, this little community had all the appearances of a ghost town. It was the ideal location for a serial killer to lay low.

I had been visiting the area for the last two years and nothing had changed. The cafe was as quiet as it always was. On this occasion though, the only other customer happened to be a police officer downing a hot cup of coffee.

"Hey" I said as I waited for my order, "We don't get too many cops round these parts, where you heading to?"

He looked up at me from his coffee cup and replied, "Just passing through".

I smiled, "Yeah, well, that's what most folks say. This place ain't exactly a tourist location".

"Hell, you got that right", he said. "There is a stench in the air around here. Can you smell it?"

"Nope, can't say I can. Then again, I've been living here for quite some time. Maybe I've just gotten used to it".

"Well, anyway, you take care now. I have to go," he said as he stood up and paid the waitress for his order.

I watched him through the window as he got into his car and drove down the road. A police officer in the area was quite rare. I wondered if he knew about Veronica and Chase's dissapearance. The waitress sat my order on the table, but it wasn't long before I realised I had lost my appetite. The only thing I wanted now was to know that my hideout had not been compromised by the passing cop. I paid for the meal and left. The thought of losing my prey after all the effort I had put into capturing them was a little disquieting.

The drive back was quick and uneventful. There was no sign of a police car near the slaughterhouse or anywhere on the surrounding property. I decided to park the car in a shed at the back of the building just to be on the safe side anyway. If the cop did decide to check out the area, the surveillance camera's I had installed around the building would pick up his movements before he even realized anyone else was there.

I parked the car and headed back to the torture room. It was time to give my prey a little wake up call.

Veronica jumped at the sound of the door opening to the torture room. She crawled into a corner of the cage and began to shiver in fear. Chase, who had been trying to calm her down, stood up as soon as he saw me and approached the wall of the cage demanding to be released. I looked at him and grinned.

"Oh come now, aren't you having at least a little bit of fun? After all, you got that sexy little bitch there to keep you company. Come to think of it, I bet you'd like to fuck her... right here in this room".

"Man, you are seriously twisted! Let us the fuck out now!!" Chase replied in anger.

"All good things in time" I said as I reached for a set of keys in my pocket. "But for now, we're just gonna have us a little bit of fun and if you're a real good boy, I might just let you go in the end. How that be?"

"Yeah, like I believe that" Chase replied sarcastically.

"I have a set of keys in my hand. Each key opens a different lock" I said to Chase with a smile, "One of these keys opens the padlock on this cage... If you can guess the right one, I will let you go. If you guess the wrong one, I will torture your girlfriend".

Chase grimaced at the prospect of choosing the wrong key. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"That's the chance you'll have to take", I replied.

"Well, it's not like I have a choice in the matter..." said Chase as he looked at the keys cautiously.

I held the keys out towards him, but not so close that he could reach them should he attempt to and told him to make his choice. He looked at each key carefully and with due consideration, pointed to the third key from the left.

"That one there" he said pointing his finger, "the third one".

I removed the key Chase had chosen, placed the other four in my pocket and tried the lock. After a brief moment of hesitation, I tried to turn the key but the lock remained securely closed. Chase stared at it and began to panic.

"Wait! Let me choose another one!" Chase begged in a panic, "I'll get it right this time, I swear! Please..." .

"No can do" I said as I placed the key in my pocket.

I could hear Veronica crying as I ordered Chase to get on the floor. He refused to move from his position near the door and stood there in defiance as I ordered him to the floor again. I was in no mood for his arrogance. I pulled out a small handgun I had hidden in a holster inside one of my boots, released the safety catch and immediately shot him in the leg. He screamed as he hit the floor, grabbing his leg in pain. Veronica, who had been crying softly in the background, stared at Chase and began to scream. I yelled at her to shut her mouth, reached into my pocket where the four keys had been placed earlier and after grabbing the right key to the cage door, proceeded to unlock it. Feeling confident that Chase would not attempt to leave in his current condition, I approached Veronica and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her out of the cage behind me. She continued to scream as I pushed her to the floor and re-locked the door.

"Time to play" I told her as I replaced my gun and pulled her by the hair towards a torture device nearby, "This party is just getting started!"

I removed her clothes and ordered her to get down on her knees. I then tied her ankles together and connected her ankle restraints to the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back. She leaned backwards to keep balance as I placed a noose around her neck. The noose was attached to rope running through a pulley in the ceiling that would pull it in an upwards direction from the floor. The rope would then wind itself around a motorized wheel as it turned. The wheel was designed to turn 180 degrees and stop for exactly 30 seconds before repeating the process. It was a slow way to hang someone but offered plenty of opportunity for other types of torture on the victim before the death machine finally killed them.

I left Veronica to balance on her knees as I approached the cage again. After removing my gun from it's holster, I pointed the barrel at Chase and ordered him to get undressed. I expected another bout of defiance but he began to undress immediately. Dissappointed at the sight of his limp cock, I told him to masturbate in order to get an erection.

Chase was puzzled by this turn of events, but after a brief explanation of what I had in mind he soon began to masturbate to thoughts of Veronica. He had been attracted to her for quite some time and was actually quite eager to feel the warmth between her legs. Although disgusted by the humiliation Veronica had been forced to endure, he also felt a twinge of excitement at what was about to become. Little did he know that his pleasure would end in pure agony.

While Chase continued to masturbate, I tied a length of rope around both of Veronica's knees and forced them as far apart as they would go.The end of each rope was tied to metal hooks in the floor on each side of the death machine. She tried to scream out in pain as the rope tightened severely around her ankles with the pressure being placed upon them. The rope around her neck had also tightened and her screams had now become choking sounds as she struggled for air. I lowered the rope to ease the pressure on her neck. Killing her too soon would spoil my plans.

As soon as Chase's cock was erect, I unlocked the cage door and ordered him to crawl out on his knees.

"Don't try to be a hero" I said as I stood in front of him,"Cos if you do, your leg won't be the only thing getting shot next time!"

To Be Continued...

Chase crawled out of the cage as best he could while trying to avoid putting pressure on his damaged leg, and sat on the floor. I ordered him to lay on his back underneath Veronica. In a drawer nearby were small torture devices designed for genital mutilation. One of which was a wide cock ring with sharp metal studs that stick out and slightly upward like thorns on a rose bush. I opened the drawer and picked up the cock ring, admiring it's potential for damage.

"Put this on your cock!" I ordered and threw the metal device on Chase's belly.

He looked at it and grimaced, aware of the damage it would cause Veronica. Reluctantly he placed the device on his erect penis and waited quietly for my next command.

I grabbed a pair of metal handcuffs from out of the same drawer the cock ring had been in and locked them onto Chase's wrists in front of him. I then took a length of chain and locked one end onto the metal handcuffs and threaded the other end through a metal ring in the floor on one side of his body. After pulling it through the ring, I took the chain over his chest and through a metal ring in the floor on the other side. I then secured that end to the handcuffs as well. This would help to reduce any struggling that would occur during the torture process.

A fishing hook was laying on a shelf above the drawer with approximately half a meter of fishing line attached to the end of it, along with a large needle and a pair of scissors. I picked up the fishing hook, cut it off the line and threaded the line through the eye of the needle. Once the line was threaded, I took the needle over to Chase and as he screamed at me to stop, I held his head as still as I could between my knees, leaned over him and proceeded to sew his mouth shut. He screamed as the needle broke through his bottom lip and up through the top one. After repeating the process to the length of his mouth and back in the opposite direction, his screams became muffled moans as his lips were sewn together completely.

I lowered Veronica on to Chase's groin via the pulley and ordered him to enter her and begin fucking her at once. She was dry as Chase forced his way inside her and started thrusting his cock in her pussy. She screamed as each thrust caused the studded cock ring to cut into her vaginal passage, ripping her open inside. She continued to scream until her throat was hoarse and she could scream no more. A pool of blood had formed on and around Chase's belly and groin. His cock was red with the blood that now stained his penile erection.

I ordered Chase to cum and as he thrust harder, ripping her flesh with the metal thorns, his moans of pleasure and pain had increased considerably. Veronica had passed out from the pain and lack of oxygen from the rope around her neck. Chase didn't seem to notice though as a final groan of pleasure could be heard behind his tightly sewn lips and a hard thrust between her legs spewed forth his seed. He lay there in exhaustion, relieved of his orgasm, yet disturbed by the sight of Veronica who was bleeding profusely from her ripped and torn vagina. This was Heaven and Hell all at once...

To Be Continued

The Murder of Sweet Seventeen

If we are truly judged by God upon our departure from this Earth, then rest assured, I have earned my place in Hell. My name is written in fear on the hearts and minds of all those who are unfortunate enough to cross my path... for I am the Death Bringer.

There is a hunger inside me that must be fed and I feed it well! I have murdered 7 people so far and I plan to kill many more.

I am elusive… A ghost if you will. Although you will see their faces on posters, websites and police station bulletin boards, all of my previous victims' (except one) have never been found, just another statistic on a Missing Persons list.

I recently added three more...

The first day I saw her at that bus stop I knew she would be mine. Such a young and attractive girl... My sweet 17. The bus stop is a great place to meet potential prey but I doubt I will ever meet another like her. Oh, there will be others and much more blood spilled before I am through, but a girl like her is not easy pickings.

Her name was Amanda. She had the kind of long, flowing hair that would make you want to reach out and run your fingers through it's soft amber glow. Although she was a brunette, there were streaks of blond through it that would shine like gold in the morning sun.

I liked to watch her… thinking of all the ways I could destroy her tender body. Sometimes we would even share in some mild conversation in passing on the street or at the same bus stop I had initially met her. Being so close to that of which you want to kill so bad can be tormenting, but extremely thrilling at the same time. There were many times I wanted to follow her and kill her as soon as she was alone, but over the years experience has taught me there is much to be gained from having considerable patience and a carefully chosen location in which to execute a well thought out plan. I would not have time to torture her at my own leisure if I were to become impulsive. After all, there's no thrill in the kill if there's no pain in the game.

The day drew near when I would have what I have been wanting for so long. I could feel it inside me. As though it were a hunger that needed to be fed. Fantasy is only satisfying to a point. The rush it provides is only mild to that of an actual kill. Thus, my desire for sweet 17 had gone beyond the thrill of fantasy and had reached the shores of reality. There is no turning back once that boat has hit land.

Gaining her trust was relatively easy considering we had already developed a certain familiarity with each other at the local bus stop and through the occasional conversation in passing. It also helped a great deal that her little sister was in the same class as my daughter at school and were well aquainted. What was harder was gaining enough of that trust to lure her away from her family. I admit I had to think long and hard on that one, but finally a plan came into focus. What I needed was a partner.

I don't work well with others due to my need for control and domineering nature but I knew an ad on the internet would draw the right attention for someone in whom I was seeking. Amid the hordes of horny men desiring a sadistic Mistress, a man of submission arose above the rest. He was an older man, much older than myself but someone who clearly understood the meaning of respect. It did not take long before we met and were drawn into a web of sadistic pleasure. His limits were few, his masochistic tendencies many. He would submit on command and sought to please me in every way I desired. I knew he would make the perfect partner. Manipulation is a wonderful tool when it is walking hand in hand with deception. My faithful slave, believing he would be well rewarded for his efforts, agreed to be my partner-in-crime. Little did he know that his life would soon be short lived.

Now it was time to put my plan into action.

We watched my sweet 17 from a safe distance. Studied her routine from morning to night. I admit that I was becoming somewhat obsessed with her. I had to kill her and I had to kill her soon, but the timing had to be perfect. I had almost been caught in the past due to my impulsive nature and did not want to make the same mistake again.

The unsuspecting woman happened to be out walking her dog at night in a quiet, small town neighborhood that I was hunting in at the time. She was not my intended prey but opportunity had arisen and thus, I obliged. I had just finished asking her directions and was attempting to force her into the backseat of my car with the use of a gun when her dog slipped it's leash and began yapping as though the world were about to end. I had initially intended to use the gun as a weapon of force only, but the bitch decided she wasn't getting into my car regardless of whether the weapon was loaded or not. A slug to the chest soon proved it was. She went down like a sack of shit and the dog took off down the street and into the night, yapping as though all hell was loose. I would like to say I killed the little mongrel but by the time I turned around to aim it was too far away to see it properly in the darkness. It did draw attention to several nearby residences but fortunately I was in my car and out of there quicker than you can say 'fuck you'. Not quick enough though to avoid having my car partially identified. I admit, trying to kidnap a woman with a dog was a foolish thing to do, but I was young and inexperienced and very, very lucky to have gotten away.

News reports soon spread about the murder and several witnesses described the color of my vehicle but none could clearly identify the numbers on the plate. I removed the number plates and the Compliance plate and trashed the car anyway as a safety precaution and bought myself an internally modified van for certain sadistic purposes. I must confess, it came in very handy on several occasions. A regular murder machine on wheels and three dead bodies to prove it. I was never questioned in relation to the murder of the woman and as far as any other murders go, well... let's just say they're still considered 'missing'.

By now, Amanda, my sweet 17 was ready to be picked out of the herd and led to the slaughterhouse. After several weeks of stalking her, her routine was established and the time to play drew near. I made sure to keep up the chit chat at the bus stop whenever she was there, telling her I had to catch public transport to get to work everyday. She didn't know I owned a car and I made damn sure she never found out.

By now just looking at her was driving me crazy. It wouldn't be long before my knife would be slicing her open and her screams would pierce my ears. I couldn't wait!! The excitement was intense. My fantasies had also intensified and were more thrilling the closer the day came to killing her.

My previous murders had proven that the rush from the kill can be increased with torture. I was not going to let this one escape into death without pain. All had been planned down to the finest detail. No evidence would be left at the scene and this little bitch was going to scream like she had never screamed before. I wanted to see her fear. To feel it, taste it and breathe it! I wanted to feed off it and destroy her mind, body and soul. She would see that I am her God and she would soon know what it is to feel real pain. My rage would be released yet again and I would feel alive once more!

The rush from a kill can be incredible! It is no surprise why adrenalin is compared to that of a drug. It is highly addictive. Once you have reached that point of euphoria, it is very hard to stop. Thus, murder is like a drug and that drug is like a hunger. To be like a lion amid its prey is extremely tormenting when you have such a strong desire to kill!

Amanda was my prey and I fed on her well. She never suspected that I would kill her. After all, I am female. The so-called 'gentler of the human species'. But what she failed to realize and what others still fail to realize is that the mind of a dangerous predator is not always male. Those who underestimate the human mind often become it's victims. Serial killers come in many different forms... thus, my sweet 17 never suspected a thing till it was too late and now her blood is on my hands and my trophy safely hidden from prying eyes.

My partner and I chose a day she had off school to execute our plan. It was a day she was to meet her boyfriend downtown. This of course was convenient for my partner and I as the impending investigation would lead directly to him and so it did… for a time, but due to his extended disappearance he has been removed from suspicion and the case is still unsolved.

On the day Amanda disappeared she left her home at around 8am, walked downtown to meet her boyfriend and drove off the face of the earth. That was the last anyone ever saw of her again. Almost...

My partner and I saw her again. Oh yes... We drove downtown and waited for her to meet her boyfriend. My partner followed the two of them in his car, staying behind several other cars in order to avoid suspicion. I had already driven to the pick up point earlier that morning to await their arrival. By now we knew where they were going without my partner needing to follow them at all, but we knew it would also be a big mistake to assume they would not change their mind and go somewhere different. Luckily for us they were creatures of habit and the plan that had been set into motion was about to payoff.

The country road they often took to her boyfriends place was quiet as usual. Knowing that this would be the ideal spot to take care of business, I parked the old car I had recently stolen alongside the edge of the dirt road and lifted the bonnet. I was not concerned about who would see the car as I had recently replaced the number plates with those from another car I owned of similar appearance (make and model). The police would have no reason to suspect I was driving a stolen vehicle and I made sure not to do anything that would draw unwanted attention on my way to the pick up site.

I waited for close on half an hour before I finally saw a car on the road. There was a moment of worry that it wouldn't be who I was waiting for and unfortunately, that proved to be correct. The car slowed to a halt and I coolly explained that my car had broken down and that a tow truck was on its way. This seemed to satisfy the old couples’ curiosity and after declining an offer of any further assistance I bid them goodbye. Normally I would not have a problem killing any witnesses that interfered with my plans, but considering this was neither the time nor the place to have concerned friends or family members driving down the road at a time when I needed it clear, I decided to let the couple go on their way. The risk of that happening was much higher than the risk of being seen. I was already wearing a mask of sorts to cover my identity and knew that if I was suspected, they would be identifying the wrong person.

Fifteen minutes passed and another car appeared in the distance. This time it was Amanda and her boyfriend who slowed to a stop beside me. Amanda looked surprised as she wound down her window to ask me what's wrong. I displayed a concerned look and explained that my car, that I had recently purchased, had broken down on the way out to visit a friend.

“Do you need any help?” Amanda asked as she eyed the condition of my car.

Still displaying a look of concern, I answered her with slight annoyance in my voice,”I don't suppose your friend has any tools I could borrow? You'd think I would have bought my own with the way this piece of shit is running.”

Amanda’s boyfriend, Trent, smiles and offers to look at my car for me. This is what I had been hoping for and thank him for his kindness.

While Trent pulls his car over to the edge of the road, I walk over to my car and quickly press a button on a device that alerts my partner all is going to plan. He buzzes me back to let me know he got the message and would be arriving shortly. Trent grabs a toolbox from the back of his car and approaches mine with Amanda following closely behind.

”So, what do you think is wrong with it?” asks Trent as he looks at the engine.

I answer him with false concern knowing full well the car is in perfect running order, “To be honest, I'm not sure. I know it hasn't run out of fuel because I filled it up before I left.”

Trent asks me to start the engine to determine if there is a problem with the battery. This is my opportunity to grab the gun I had hidden earlier in the middle console. Instead of starting the engine, I walk back to where Amanda and Trent are standing with the gun safely hidden in the back of my jeans. Amanda looks confused and asks me what I am doing. I explain that I must have dropped my keys earlier and pretend to search for them. I notice my partner’s car approaching in the distance and while Amanda and Trent are searching the dirt road for the keys, I take the opportunity to remove the gun from my jeans and point the barrel at Trent’s head. He immediately raises his arms as I order him not to move. Amanda looks up in shock at the sight of the gun.

”Hey... whoa… what's with the gun?” she asks as surprise turns to fear.

I order her to shut her mouth and remain perfectly still unless she wants a bullet in her head. With a look of confusion she begins to open her mouth to speak, but before the words could leave her lips I point the barrel at her feet and pull the trigger. Dust blows up around her as the bullets hit the dirt. She screams in fright and with a look of terror, decides it is best to keep quiet.

My partner, who has finally arrived, pulls up beside me and gets out of his car. He is carrying a hunting knife and is clearly satisfied to see that everything is going to plan. I order Amanda and Trent to the trunk of my car and force them to lay down inside it as my partner gags them and binds them with rope. Once they are securely tied, he closes the lid and walks over to Trent’s car. The car must be carefully hidden in order to avoid suspicion. An area such as this provides plenty of bushland for such an endeavor. My partner drives it down the embankment and into the tall bushes beside the road. It is well and truly covered from view as he removes the compliance and number plates from the vehicle. He also removes any identifying items from inside the car and places them in a large garbage bag which will be buried with the bodies of Amanda and Trent.

He is in the process of removing the number plates when a car appears in the distance. The driver doesn't see him or the car that is carefully hidden in the bushes and continues on down the road. I smile as he drives on by to show that all is well.

As soon as the dust has settled, my partner emerges from the bushes on foot and heads back towards me, placing the garbage bag containing Trent’s possessions on the floor in the back the stolen vehicle. His concern is showing as he looks down the road that the last car had passed on. I assure him that everything is going to plan and he relaxes with the thought that our next stop is the location in which we will be torturing our prey.

I check up and down the road to make sure no one is coming and take a look in the trunk to make sure everything is as it was. The two in the back, who had been laying quietly, start yelling through their gags as soon as they hear the lid open.

”SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I hear you two even once in the back and I'm gonna pull this car over and shoot you both in the head. You got that?!” I say to them with a commanding voice.

Amanda and Trent nod their heads and lay still again. I can hear Amanda crying underneath her hood and smile to myself as I close the lid on the trunk. I get back into the car and drive off down the road leaving a trail of dust behind me. I'm not too concerned about any tire marks that may have been left on the road in mine and my partner’s departure as the wind has been blowing strong enough to cover almost everything with dust. I have hated dirt roads in the past for that very reason, but today the dust and the wind are very much appreciated.

My partner has already taken off up the road ahead of me in order to make sure the killing ground is still clear for my arrival. It's a hard location to find for someone who is unfamiliar with the Australian outback. It's not exactly what one would call uncharted territory, but very secluded just the same. The outback has a lot to offer a person with murder on their mind and that is exactly what I had on mine.

Death comes in many forms. With some it is quick and painless. With others it is slow and agonizing. I planned to torture Amanda in such a way that she would be calling upon death before it had ever reached her body. This is where I get my thrill… watching her in fear and pain. Releasing my rage on her delicate, tender flesh. I hear her screams in my head and it gives me the greatest pleasure to remember the events of that glorious day. A trophy is only as good as its kill, but my trophy from Amanda is one I will cherish above all others... until I meet my next victim anyway. Let's hope she is as good as the last one.

I finally reach the dirt track that leads part way to the place I call my killing ground. The rest of the way must be travelled by foot. My partner is there already, as was the plan. I wait until he emerges from the scrub before removing my prey from the trunk of the car. He arrives back half hour later and declares the area clear. He is somewhat flustered as he approaches but seems happy with the final surveillance.

We both move to the back of the stolen car and open the trunk. Amanda is dragged out first, then Trent. I order them to their feet after my partner removes the ropes from their ankles and places a lead rope around their neck.

Amanda, who is clearly confused as to what is happening, tries to talk through her gag, but only produces a muffled sound. I had ordered her earlier not to talk unless spoken to and decide to teach her a lesson for being disobedient to my commands.

”You're little bitch here has got a mouth on her", I say as I face Trent. "I tell you two to shut up and still the bitch can't seem to shut her fucking mouth. It’s time to learn a lesson in obedience!”.

By now my partner has grabbed my black leather bag out of the car containing all the tools required to perform various forms of torture and stands beside me holding the bag in one hand and a hunting knife in the other. I tell him to hand me my knife and as he does, I grab it and immediately ram the blade into the top of Amanda's arm. With the hood still on her head and gag in her mouth, she screams as the knife tears at her skin and blood pours down her arm, slowly dripping off the tips of her fingers. She collapses in pain but is forced to her feet again. Crying uncontrollably she reluctantly stands back up and is immediately lead forward by the rope around her neck. My partner holds the rope around Trent's neck and leads him while I walk behind, leading Amanda.

A good half hour passes before we finally reach the killing ground. Normally the walk would have only taken about 20 minutes, but leading two hooded people through fairly dense scrub by rope is not exactly easy. Extra time had been considered for such a walk anyway, so the time itself was not a real issue.

Upon arrival, we remove the hoods from our victim’s heads and tie each one to a solid tree in an upright position, facing each other. They are fully clothed still as both are finally bound to a tree each.

”Tell me Trent, do you ever have dark fantasies about your little girlfriend here?” I ask as a sinister smile sends a shiver down Trent’s spine.

He shakes his head in defiance, but I know he’s lying.

I push the question again in order to seek the truth, “Oh come now, everyone has some dark fantasies they’d like fulfilled. Hell, I know I've had a few about her. In fact, I am fulfilling one of them right now...”

Amanda, who is clearly repulsed by the conversation yells out in disgust, “You’re sick, you know that?!”

”Oh, I know and I LOVE IT!” I say with a smile that is now much broader than before.

I turn to Trent who appears angry and defiant, “Trent, we're gonna play a game. I'm going to ask you what you'd like me to do to your girlfriend and you're going to answer me. If you don't answer me, I will hurt her anyway and it will be worse than anything you could even dream of!”

”FUCK YOU!” he yells as he struggles against the ropes.

I am amused at Trent’s defiance in such a desperate situation and decide to let my partner have his fun with him for a little while, to break his pride.

“No Trent… Fuck YOU”

I turn to my partner and demand the knife that he is holding in his hand and walk back to Trent, facing him with the knife to his neck. ”You need to learn some manners, boy and my partner here knows exactly how to teach you”.

Amanda, who has been crying quietly, suddenly looks at me and is terrified at the thought of what my partner may have in mind, “Oh my god, what are you going to do to him? Please don’t hurt him… Please!”

Ignoring Amanda’s please for mercy, I tell my partner to have his way with Trent.

”You told me you've always wanted to rape a man... Well, here's your chance”.

My partner is surprised at this turn of events, but accepts it openly. He has had many rape fantasies over the years… some in relation to girls… some with guys and is clearly excited at the prospect of fulfilling them.

My partner unties Trent from the tree, a bulge appearing in his pants in the process. I look at it and smile. He is definitely ready to play.

My partner stands before him and tells him to get on his knees. I hold the gun in my hand and point it at his head as he is forced to suck on my partners cock. My partner pushes his cock harder into Trent’s mouth, face fucking him. Trent gags on the cock as it touches the back of his throat with each thrust.

He thrusts one last time and removes his cock from Trent’s mouth. He is saving the best for last. Trent gags and vomits on the ground in disgust. He is by no means gay and even less gay now. My partners cock is still hard as a rock as he orders Trent to get on his feet and pull down his pants. I can't help but smile at the show in front of me.

He orders Trent to bend over with his arms holding the tree for support. He slowly slides his cock into Trent’s virgin ass and begins thrusting, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Trent yells out in pain feeling as though his ass is being ripped open. My partner yells out in ecstasy as his orgasm reaches its peak. One hard final thrust and he releases his cum all over Trent's ass. He cleans himself off and puts his cock back in his pants. I had never seen a more satisfied look on the man’s face.

”Well boys”, I say with a look of amusement, “You've had your fun. Now it's my turn... Trent, get up and get dressed!”

Trent is exhausted and still in pain from the ass raping but he slowly pulls his pants back up and stands with his back to the tree again. My partner ties him back up and watches, waiting for my next move. I walk over to Amanda and cut her clothes off, exposing her naked body. She is slim, attractive and incredibly sexy and definitely worth every ounce of the pain I am about to inflict on her. I look back at Trent and for a moment, I envy the time he has spent with her alone. None of that matters anymore though because now she is all mine!

”Tell me Trent, what shall we do to your girlfriend here?”

”I... I... don't know”.

”Yes you do. Now tell me!”

Trent, fearing that he will be raped again if he doesn't suggest something soon, answers solemnly, “I guess I want you to rape her, but not with the knife.”

Considering their bodies will be buried in a place that no one will ever find them, I ponder the thought of raping my sweet 17. I have wanted to touch her for so long. To feel her breasts against my flesh. The taste of her pussy on my lips, but I have to admit, I have waited much longer to see her in pain than to ever see her in pleasure. I decide to forgo the game with Trent and force him to watch me as I torture her instead. I place the gag back in her mouth to avoid her making too much noise. She screams through the gag as I drag the blade of my knife over her tender flesh, drawing a river of blood as I go. Oh how she excites me!!

When I am finished with the knife, my partner hands me a length of chain approximately a meter long and I proceed to whip her with it until she bleeds. She is screaming and crying and collapses against the tree in pain. I remove the gag from her mouth and take out a length of wire from my black leather bag and wrap it around her neck, tightening it ever so slowly. She looks at me, her eyes bulging in an attempt to gasp for air but finding none. It is as though something inside me has switched on and all I can think is KILL! I want to kill her so bad!!!

Trent is yelling at me to stop, but my hands have a mind of their own and I continue to strangle her. A trickle of blood flows gently from a line of red around Amanda's throat as I reluctantly release the wire on her neck. She gasps for air in a desperate attempt to breathe again. I could have killed her there and then, but I love to use my knife more than anything else. My partner hands it to me and stands well back. Trent is yelling at me to stop but his words are pushed out of my head as I feel the rush intensifying in readiness of the kill.

I raise the knife and bring it down hard, ramming the blade into Amanda's neck with such force that I see the tip appear out the other side of her throat. Her screams gradually die as she gurgles and chokes on her own blood. The stench of piss and shit fills the air as her bladder and bowels are released.

The rush is intensified immensely and a sense of euphoria sends my body into a spasm of incredible pleasure. My sweet 17 is dead and I have finally claimed her soul... I AM A GOD!!

I can't help but smile as I slide the knife out of Amanda's neck and face Trent who is, by now, clearly horrified. His face is completely white and he is literally shaking in fear as he stares into the blackness of my eyes. If there is a monster inside me, he could see it now. I am a predator, first and foremost. They all see it in the end!

I walked towards him with a smile that even my partner has cringed from. I felt alive for the first time in a long time and I felt dangerous!! It was as though the world were spinning around me at that very moment instead of the other way around. It was intense!! Each kill is different, but this one was my best yet!

I walked towards Trent and smiled as he pissed his pants in fear. My face was covered in Amanda's blood and still that deadly smile played on my lips as I raised the knife above my head. Trent yelled out as the blade sliced open his chest and with one last look at his new God, he collapsed in a pool of blood. I bent down to watch the light as it left his eyes and hear the final breath that left his lips. He was finally dead, but I had one more to contend with, unbeknown to my partner.

With the murder of Amanda and Trent finally complete, the day slowly died and what had seemed like an eternity of evidential clean-up was now coming to an end. As I ordered my partner to dig one more grave he looked at me in surprise and asked me why. My answer was evident as I looked at him and smiled a sinister smile.

”You don't seriously think I plan to work with you again?”

”Well, that was the general idea, wasn’t it?” he asks with trepidation in his voice.

”Who's idea… Yours or mine?” I replied.

”Well... it was mi..." He replies as realization dawns on his face, "oh fuck. You're gonna kill me also!”

“Now that's what I call 'the general idea'”. I said with a grin.

”I should have fucking known you'd betray me like this!”

“Oh come now, I never betrayed you. You assumed I wanted to work with you again.”

”I assumed my own goddamn death is what I did!”.

”Now you're getting the picture. Let's play a game shall we. You run, I'll hunt!”.

”You know what... you can go fuck yourself! You aren't killing me without a fight!”

”Then a fight it shall be. Now RUN!”

My partner, who had now become my prey, throws the spade he was digging with towards me and takes off through the bushes. He is fully aware that I am carrying a loaded weapon and could use it at any time. But he also knows I love a challenge and would rather kill him with my knife then with a bullet. I chase after him with the hunting knife I had tucked into my belt earlier. The game is now on!

I see him in the distance as he runs between trees. The daylight was fading and the shadows were long. Soon it would be dark and much harder to find my prey. But oh how I loved to hunt! I would find him and I would claim my prey as I did with all the others. It was just a matter of time before his luck ran out.

I stopped for a minute to listen to the sounds of the bush. He had stopped also it seemed. In the midst of this bushland even the birds were unusually quiet. Stealthily I approached what I had thought was a figure hiding behind a tree, much to my surprise I was attacked from a different direction at that very moment. My head began to throb as a rock was slammed into the back of it. I quickly ducked to avoid a second blow and turned to face my partner. He looked at me with fear and anger and I knew if I didn’t kill him now, he would hunt me down until he did. He was pissed and I was bleeding like a bitch at the back of my head. There was no way in hell I was going to let him survive this hunt. I had to win!!

I held onto my knife and slashed at his stomach. He managed to avoid the slashes for the most part but one final slash hit its mark just below his navel. He attempted to throw the rock at my head but it avoided its target by a mere centremeter and I was able to take that opportunity to go in for the kill.

I ducked and ran for his body with my blade, his fist hit my face but I was not to be deterred. I came back and went in harder, this time hitting the mark with the blade as it slashed at his stomach, opening him up. He looked at me in surprise and shock and clutched at his belly as I drove the blade in as hard as I could, ripping it sideways in order to disembowel him. He screamed in pain as I drove the knife in again, stabbing him in the chest with such force that it sliced through bone. He fell to his knees in agony. I smiled as I kicked him to the ground with my boot and watched him as he finally breathed his last…

Above The Law

With the investigation of my previous murders drawing to a close I felt it was safe to hunt again and so began the task of watching my new carefully chosen prey, a family of four.

Initially I was drawn to the family through the daughter, Samantha, a pretty 15 year old brunette whose well-developed body and attractive looks appealed to me the moment I saw her.

I came across her profile on a website when surfing the net one night and was compelled to track her down. Her profile displayed the name of a city that was quite a distance from my own but travel was not an issue as I had been saving for a situation like this for some time. It was simply a case of finding the right victim and Samantha, although slightly younger than my usual prey, was most definitely what I had been looking for.

I drew an interest in her family upon discovering that her father was a member of the local law enforcement. He was a man in his mid 40's of average build and looks but his mind was one of intelligence. His reputation as a homicide detective had earned him respect within the ranks.

I had been having fantasies of torturing and killing a cop for quite some time and the temptation to do so, as risky as it was, was extremely appealing.

After several unsolved murders it is easy to fall into the trap of feeling immortal. That God-like feeling of adrenalin and euphoria as it combines to form an intense rush never seems to last. Maintaining the high requires a certain amount of increased risk with each new murder. I admit, I love the risks and the danger involved but the chances of making a mistake amid a high-risk situation becomes a stronger possibility each time I kill and killing a cop was definately considered a 'high-risk situation'.

My interest in the father eventually drew greater attention than that of his daughter. This was a detective that needed to feel the sharp edge of my knife but getting to him and his family was not going to be an easy task. This would be one murder that required much more planning than all of the murders I had committed before it.

Samantha’s mother, Beth, was a relatively slim, attractive woman in her late 30’s who worked as a nurse at a private hospital. Her youngest child was a boy named Mathew, a 5 year old who was clearly a handful. My interest in the mother and son was only minimal but my desire to kill the whole family would mean their death as well.

A lot of serial killers frown upon the murder of young children and although I am not normally one to murder a child as young as 5, I did find the thought somewhat appealing. Although I have a child of my own, I am not what you would call a person who loves children. In fact, I hate them. I can tolerate my own kid but other children I have very little patience for, so murdering a 5 year old was not going to be a real issue.

I had considered working with a partner again, but decided to go this one alone. I did not want to share the pleasure of murdering this family with anyone else, especially the detective in whom my fantasies had begun to centre upon. The thought of killing him was even more pleasing than his daughter. I had never killed a cop before but the mere idea was extremely exciting.

I respect the law to a certain degree but I find most members of law enforcement to be quite arrogant. I have had several dealings with them in the past in relation to minor offences but always find them to be extremely irritating. They try to use intimidation tactics during questioning, making full use of their position in authority whether you’re guilty or not.

Killing a cop was never going to be a problem with me. I was very much looking forward to brutally murdering Samantha’s father, but I would make damn sure he experienced plenty of pain before death ever touched his body.

It was time to pack up and take an extended holiday to Samantha’s home town. I had to take my daughter with me, so it was not going to be easy to watch my prey as much as I wanted. I decided that taking my slave with me would be a wise decision. Not only did I trust her enough to look after my daughter in my absence, I knew she would provide an alibi should I need one.

It took a little over a week to find Samantha and her family after observing several schools in the local district and watching the children that left each afternoon. Not an easy task when there are so many children to observe, but acting as a parent at the front gates did prove to be beneficial. Being female, I did not arouse suspicion among the other parents. I made sure to keep my distance to avoid conversation and wore a wig, sunglasses and a broad brimmed hat to cover my identity. This would be changed at each school I observed. It finally paid off on the ninth day and third school I visited.

After I finally found her, I followed Samantha to her parent’s car taking quick note of the cars' appearance and its number plate as I casually strolled past. Staying a few cars behind to avoid suspicion, I followed them as they drove home. A large brick home came into view as I watched the car pull into a driveway. Not knowing if this was Samantha's home or someone they were visiting, I followed Samantha home from school each day until I could properly determine her residency. The family home was soon confirmed and I could now comfortably observe them until the time to kill drew near.

Considering their hectic routine would prove somewhat difficult in catching them all together outside the family home, murdering them inside their home appeared to be the best option. Several weeks later and with a clear indication of the family’s regular routine firmly in place, it was time to establish a solid plan of action.

It would seem that the only time Samantha and her family were ever together was at night. So, the best option as I saw it would be to enter the house during the day while the family were away. That way I could catch them by surprise. Of course, being seen by nosy neighbors was my biggest concern. I had also noticed upon observing the neighborhood that several houses nearby had dogs. This would be a problem if the dogs were alert to my presence. The barking could alarm the neighbours and I would be forced to retreat until much later.

I chose a day that was heavily overcast to plan my attack. I waited for several hours after the family had left the house and watched carefully as the neighbors also prepared for their daily routine. It wasn't long before the dark clouds burst forth with rain, instantly wetting all in sight. The neighbors dogs that had been busy digging holes in the backyard took shelter and settled down into their warm place in the kennel. It was at this moment I took the opportunity to exit my position and carefully approach the home that would soon become my slaughterhouse.

I made certain to wear a dark-coloured raincoat in order to draw less attention to myself and a pair of old, well-worn shoes (covered with plastic shoe covers to prevent leaving traces of mud or dirt through the house) that were two sizes too big, carefully stuffing the toes with extra padding to prevent slipping as I ran through the shadows to the back of the house. After carefully removing my raincoat and plastic shoe covers and hiding them deep within the bushes at the edge of the verandah, I prepared to pick the lock on the backdoor. Luckily there was no security alarm to bypass. I had already made a special trip to the house several nights earlier to determine the safest point of entry, so I was now prepared for quick and quiet access.

It wasn't long before the lock was picked and I was in. Everything was going to plan.

Upon entering the house, I closed and relocked the door behind me and searched each room for a suitable hiding place that could be comfortably occupied until the family returned home. It would be a couple of hours before they returned which gave me plenty of time to scope out an ideal location in the house.

I chose upon a room that appeared to be that of the youngest child's. The walk-in cupboard had a set of shelves that gave easy access to and from a man-hole in the ceiling. This was the ideal hiding place I had been searching for. I entered the man-hole and quietly lay in wait.

Although the waiting period before an attack often appears long and uneventful, there is a certain thrill in the knowledge that the attack will eventually take place. The mind is occupied by fantasies that are intensfied with the anticipation, which can make the waiting time just that little bit more exciting.

As I waited inside the man-hole in the ceiling, time slowely ticked by. Approximately two hours later the sound of voices could be heard throughout the house. All I had to do now was wait until the family were asleep.

Several hours later and all was quiet as I exited the man-hole in the ceiling. A low lit night light provided view of the bed where Mathew slept. I took out a rag and bottle of chloroform from my leather bag and dipped a small amount of the chloroform onto the rag. I made sure to only use what I needed to render the boy unconscious for a short period of time. This would prevent him from waking unexpectedly and cause a disturbance in the house.

Replacing the chloroform and rag, I took out two carefully cut lengths of rope and used them to tie the child's wrists and ankles together. It would not be long before the boy would awaken from his state of unconsciousness and express fear to my presence in his room. I did not desire to kill the boy just yet, so I made sure to cover his mouth with gaffa tape to keep him silent. I kept him tied to the bed as I gathered my things and quietly left the room.

Samantha's room was next to Mathew's and facing directly opposite her parents bedroom. Her door was slightly ajar as I listened for sounds within the room that would indicate whether she was asleep or awake. I did not want to be caught by surprise by a teenage girl who likely had the lung capacity to awaken the whole neighborhood should she feel the urge to scream. Her gentle snores were proof enough that it would be safe to enter her bedroom.

There she lay, a beauty within the confines of her bedding. I wanted to touch her. To feel the tender flesh that would soon be mine. The temptation to do so was almost overwhelming but the desire to maintain control was much, much stronger.

I gently placed my bag on the floor and was in the process of removing the rag containing the chloroform I had used on Mathew when a sound could be heard in the parents bedroom across the hall. I immediately stopped what I was doing, grabbed my bag and hid in the shadows behind the door in Samantha's room. I could only hope that whoever was awake would not check in on Mathew.

For a moment I felt a twinge of panic as I listened intently for the sounds that would indicate someone was awake. Several minutes passed before I heard a toilet flush and the sound of flowing water in the ensuite attached to the parents' bedroom. I waited several minutes more before relaxing and continued to proceed with binding Samantha to her bed. She was still in a state of unconsciousness as I left her room and entered her parents bedroom.

I once again used the chloroform to gain control as my prey lay in slumber. I bound and gagged the detective and his wife as quickly and securely as I could, then grabbed a chair from the kitchen in order to watch and wait for my prey to awaken.

By this stage, I was in dire need to use the bathroom to relieve my bladder and did so while being careful to cover the toilet seat with a plastic cover I had designed for the sole purpose of preventing any trace of dna from being left behind. I also kept myself shaved to prevent any loss of pubic hairs. Of course, there is dna in a person's urine as well but that would be flushed down the toilet, making it virtually impossible to trace. I also made sure to thorougly clean the inside of the toilet once I had finished.

The sound of the flushing toilet had stirred the detective from his unconsciousness and as I returned to the bedroom, after finishing up in the bathroom, I smiled at the fear that now appeared in his eyes. This was a man who prided himself on his ability to catch serial killers. It was time for payback!

I sat on the chair facing the bed and waited, watching as he struggled against the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles. It wasn't long before his wife was also awake and struggling. Her eyes widened in fear and a scream escaped her mouth as she noticed my presence in the room. Luckily the gag in her mouth muffled the scream, reducing the sound as it passed her lips. Needless to say, I did not have to fear the neighbors hearing her cries for help.

I smiled at the couple as they lay on the bed, aware that the time to play had almost reached it's hour.

I had grabbed a gun out of my bag earlier and was now holding it towards the detective's head and ordered him to do exactly as I say. My first order was to move each family member into the living room one by one, starting with the detective. I had expected a little more resistance from a man who catches criminals for a living, but he complied to my orders immediately. He was not offering any challenge which I have to admit, found a little disappointing.

I placed a pillowcase and lead rope over the detectives head and proceeded to untie the rope on his ankles. I then ordered him to stand up and led him into the living room in order to secure him to a lounge chair. I retied his ankles and after he was secured to the chair, went back to the bedroom to get his wife. Muffled screams could be heard through her gag as I placed the pillowcase over her head and rope around her neck. I lead her into the living room and secured her to a chair next to her husband. She struggled as I attempted to rety her ankles, but a hard punch to the stomach soon settled the bitch down. I repeated the process with Samantha, but carried her little brother instead of walking him. Now that all were secure in the living room, it was time to release the beast...

I removed the pillowcase off the head of each family member and sat on a lounge chair across from them, smiling a most deviant smile.

"Well now, look what we have here... a little boy who is quite a handful. A sexy sis and feisty one at that I might add. A hot little mama and a dirty, filthy cop all under my control. Hmmm... What's wrong with this picture? Ahh yes... the pig." *looks at the detective with a smirk* "Just think of me as the big, bad wolf who's gonna blow your little house down. Sound like fun?" *the family nod their heads in fear* "Good, because it will be fun... I guarantee you that."

Holding onto my knife, I walked past each family member and gently ran the flat side of the blade over their head. I then stopped at the detective and kneeled down to look him directly... "tell me detective, who should I kill first?"

He looked at me with renewed fear in his eyes and tried to yell at me through the gag in his mouth, but all that could be heard were muffled sounds. I stood up and walked over to the little boy, and gently held the knife to his throat. His mother immediately screamed at me in panic and his sister began to cry. This was amusing.

"Let's see, shall I kill the little brat first do you think?" The mother looked at me in panic, vigorously shaking her head.

"I think I will." I said to the brats mother with a grin.

By now, the little boy was crying and had pissed himself in fear. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the middle of the living room floor for all to see. I wanted an audience and what better audience than his own family. He was screaming through his gag and struggled desperately to get away from me, but one quick stab to the boys leg soon stopped him in his place. His screams did not cease and my anger was building at an intense rate. I wanted this little brat to shut up but he wouldn't stop crying and screaming, so I pulled the boy up by his hair and immediately rammed the blade into his chest. After removing my knife, I threw him down to the floor again. He fell in a heap and I watched him as he breathed his last.

By now the family was hysterical. My anger had receded as I watched the boy die and I was suddenly in a horny mood. I walked over to Samantha and ran the bloodstained blade of my knife down the front of her nightshirt.

"Guess what... You're next, bitch." I told her as she cringed from the blade.

Considering the living room ceiling had exposed beams, I took the opportunity to use them. I Placed one end of a rope over an exposed beam that had a noose in the end of it and tied the other end of the rope around the detectives body as tightly as I could. I then cut the rope that was securing the wifes ankles and ordered her to get undressed. She complied with a little hesitation at first. Once she was fully undressed, I ordered her to stand on a chair that I had placed under the ceiling beam. At first she refused to, but after threatening to slit her throat if she refused me again she reluctantly obliged. The task was made somewhat difficult with her wrists tied together but with a little of my assitance, she eventually stood on the chair. I used another chair beside her to reach up and place the noose over her head. The rope was slightly too long, so I had to adjust the length of it around her husbands body in order to force the wife to stand on her toes. I told the detective not to move or I'd gut his wife like a fish while he watched. That seemed to keep him in his place.

It was time to play with Samantha while her parents watched on in horror.

I ordered Samantha to stand before me. She shook her head and refused to move from her place on the couch. I ordered her again, this time in a more demanding voice.

"Stand up bitch before I make you!"

Again she refused and my anger at her denial was slowely reaching boiling point. I grabbed her by the hair and threw her off the lounge onto the floor.

"Are you going to deny me again you flithy little fucking whore?!!"

She shook her head in fear and proceeded to stand up in front of me. I cut her clothes off with my knife and admired her delicate body, her small supple breasts and the gentle crevasse between her legs. I wanted to touch her body and squeeze her breasts. I wanted to hear screams as I bit off her clit and cleaned the blood off her lips with my tongue, but that would mean leaving traces of dna behind and that was not a risk worth taking. But... I could still rape this little whore without touching her body with my mouth or having to remove my gloves.

I ordered her to sit back down on the lounge and threatened to kill her mother if she moved. Samantha looked at her mother who had been watching the events unfold from where she hung, at her father who was struggling to support his wife's weight as the rope slowely tightened on his body and then at her brother who lay in a pool of blood on the living room floor. She now knew that any hope her family had of escaping this nightmare had been lost along with her brother's death. She began to cry as she awaited the horrors that were yet to come.

I returned from the kitchen with a rolling pin I had found in a kitchen draw. It would be the perfect instrument to rape the little whore. I ordered Samantha to lay down on the lounge and push her knees up towards her chest. I made sure to keep her ankles tied for better control. She looked at me in fear knowing what was about to happen. I could hear her parents yelling through their gag as I spread her legs apart as far as I could (which wasn't too far with her ankles still tied together) and forced the rolling pin into the girls cunt. It refused to enter her properly and it was then that I realised she was still a virgin and a very dry one at that. I decided to use some moisturing cream from the bathroom and rubbed it's oily contents onto the glove covering my hand. I then used my fingers to loosen her virginal passage and once again pushed the rolling pin inside her. Her virginity broke as a trickle of blood rolled onto the couch. I pushed the rolling pin in harder and faster, causing her to scream through her gag. I rubbed and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples through my gloved hand. I forced the rolling pin inside her as hard as I could, causing the little bitch to scream some more.

This is one of those times where I wished I had been born a man instead of a woman. Oh how I wanted to rape this bitch for real. To feel her body both inside and out. To release my orgasm inside her warm, wet pussy. But god had chosen my path as a female and at times, it was one I found hard to accept. I felt like a man trapped inside a woman's body with nowhere to escape.

Thankfully the gag covering Samantha's mouth only released muffled sounds that could not be heard outside the house as I continued to rape her with the rolling pin.

After I had finished with her, I ordered her to turn over on the lounge so that she would be on her knees with her back facing me. She screamed as I forced the rolling pin inside her ass and her parents cried hysterically as they watched their daughter being sodomised. I reached around with my other hand and squeezed her breasts as hard as I could. I wanted to cause her pain. So much pain! I wanted to release the savage beast that craved to be released inside me. I needed to release my rage!

I pushed the rolling pin into her ass so hard it ripped her anal passage. I kept the rolling pin inside her as she bled from her ripped ass. I could feel something inside me come alive as the rush from so much savagery had begun to take hold. It was time to kill!

I ordered Samantha not to move as I reached down and grabbed my knife off the floor beside the couch. Holding Samantha by the hair, I reached around with the blade of the knife and quickly slit her throat. Samantha gasped and struggled for air as the rush that had been building intensified immensely. I watched the blood that shot forth from her neck, covering the floor in front of her. She spasmed as the last of her breath left her lips and the stench of piss and shit filled the room as she loosened her bowels.

Oh, how I love to kill!! How I love to cause their pain and suffering and finally their death as the rush from the kill intensifies the moment! The smell of death is not a pleasant odour but it is worth every breath of stench-filled air just to watch them die!!

As I held the bloodstained knife in my hand, I turned to look at Samantha's mother with a grin that intensified her fear. I felt alive and very, very dangerous. The beast within me was free and I wanted to release it's rage yet again. I walked over to Samantha's mother and kicked the chair from beneath her. Her husband yelled out in pain as the rope around his body that had been used to support his wife's weight increased dramatically. He felt as though his chest would crush from the pressure that was placed on it. He tried to move forward to release the pressure but could only move a little against the ropes that secured him to the lounge chair. He watched in horror as his wife hung from the ceiling beam, struggling for the air that had now escaped her lungs. He could do nothing to help her.

I watched his wife as she attempted to alleviate the pressure on her neck but her struggles against the rope were futile and only caused the pressure to increase. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and her tongue began to swell as her face turned a purplish blue. This was a woman who would fight to the very end. It took several minutes before she finally gave up her struggles to the release of death. Strangely enough, I did not feel a rush from this kill. Instead I felt a kind of numbness pass through my body as though a part of me had died along with her. It was an odd feeling. Not one I can easily explain and hopefully one I will never feel again.

After death had taken hold of Samantha's mother, I went over to my bag and removed a small axe from it's casing. I then turned my attention to the detective who was slumped in the lounge chair. It would seem the rope around his chest was causing his breathing to constrict.

"How does it feel to be caught?" I said to him as he stared at the family that had once been his pride and joy.

He looked at me in despair. All hope had faded from his eyes as he lowered his head to avoid my stare. I forced him to look me in the eyes as I spoke.

I was angry at this pig that sat before me. This dirty fucking pig that put away several killers who had been killing whores in the city.

"You allow those filthy whores out there to dirty the streets of our cities by catching those who kill them. So tell me, do you think it's okay to allow these sluts to spread their legs for money?! To spread their diseases?!"

The detective shook his head and tried to speak in his own defence, but the gag on his mouth only muffled his words.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up. I can't understand a goddamn word you're saying. It's too late to come up with your pathetic excuses now. You catch killers that are doing society a favour by killing whores, now a killer has caught you. It's time to pay the reaper!!"

I stood in front of the detective and raised the axe above my head and swung it downwards towards his neck as hard as I could, digging the blade in as far as it would go. I then repeated the process on the other side. The detectives head flew off his shoulders and I quickly retrieved it. I carried it into the kitchen and placed it on a large platter. It excited me to watch the blood drip onto the platter as I placed fruit and vegetables around the outside of the head. As a final touch to my work of art, I carefully placed a red apple into the detectives mouth and placed a large lid over the platter. I left a note on the lid for the cops to read upon discovery of the bodies...

'Dear Detectives, would you like to try some roast pork? I left some for you... I hope you're hungry.'

I smiled to myself at my morbid joke as I cleaned off the blades of my knife and axe and replaced them back in my bag. I took a photo of the family that had been sitting on a bookcase in the living room as my trophy and left the house. This would be a night to remember.

The savage beast had satisfied it's hunger... for now.

Hired Blood

Once again I am feeling the urge to kill, so I hunt through the members list of the groups I am in online and decide that a kid called psycho_shaggy is the one I want to kill. I notice he has an interest in murder and submission and is only 13, but his age does not bother me as I have killed kids around his age before. I message psycho_shaggy in an effort to gain further information about him and develop a bonding with him in order to build up trust (over time).

Time passes from days to weeks and my attempts at manipulating personal information out of him and gain his trust has succeeded. I soon discover that his name is Bryan and that he comes from a wealthy family, is the son of two relatively happy but domineering parents and the brother of two apparently annoying sisters. One is younger at 10 years of age and the other is older at 18. He lives in an attractively large house in the upper-class area of Detroit.

After many a private chat, I also discover Bryan’s darker side. His desire to murder his parents is brought up in conversation several times and the possibility of actually committing the act is discussed in ‘fantasy’ on many occasions. I am now certain his desires are for real and decide to confirm this with a little test of which he passes successfully. Trust has been established (to a certain degree) and it is time to offer my services.

I tell Bryan I would like to meet him in person and after some hesitation, he agrees. We arrange to meet in a private location in order to discuss certain matters more openly. He is initially reluctant to do so, but with some persuasion I assure him that he is in safe hands.

Our conversation soon leads to the murder of his parents and although he was quite eager in our online chats to fulfill this fantasy, his uncertantity is soon showing. Concerns begin to grow at the possibility of becoming a suspect, but I assure him that with a strong alibi he will be safe from incrimination. After further persuasion he relaxes and the murder is discussed in detail. I offer to kill them for a fee, of which he agrees to and with his future alibi firmly in place, all is set in motion. It is agreed that the murder is to take place in five days time.

The days pass slowly with Bryan and I meeting on several occasions to re-affirm that all is still well. With confirmation firmly in place, the day of the murder finally arrives.

With some observation of my own and Bryan’s detailed description of his parents routine, I set up a time frame to work by and wait until everyone has left the house before setting my plans to action.

Hours pass and when the time is right, I quietly enter the house through the back door, carefully punching in the security key I had been given to deactivate the alarm before gaining access. Luckily for me, the house is set on several acres and surrounded by large hedges for added privacy and although I have been informed that it is the gardeners day off and I will be safely alone, experience tells me to remain alert even in the most secure of locations. After one more scan of my surroundings, I enter the house and once again carefully study the details I had been given earlier of it’s interior layout.

The house is a modern designed home with high ceilings and white marble floors. Each room spacious and kept in cleanly order as though it were continually set on display for unexpected guests.

After some investigation of the layout, I choose upon a room that appears to be a guests bedroom and quietly wait for each parent to arrive home. Bryan’s 10 year old sister, Patricia, has dance rehearsals at the local dance studio after school and will not arrive home with her sister until approximately half an hour after their parents. Bryan has conveniently arranged to study at a friends house after school for several hours before arriving home to the ‘scene of the crime’.

Playing the waiting game is one that requires a lot of patience and as time slowly ticks away, I carefully re-enact in my mind each scene of the murders that are about to take place. My anticipation and excitement heightens with the knowledge that the time to kill is drawing closer.

Finally the time arrives as I hear a car pull into the driveway and park in the garage. I am now standing behind the door in the kitchen that opens to the garage with a hammer in my hand. It is the father who has arrived home first from a long day at the law firm in which he owns and works at. He is a short, but relatively stocky man and must be taken out quickly in order to avoid any possible complications.

The father opens the door to the kitchen and is momentarily shocked to see me standing there, hammer in hand. I quickly bring the hammer down hard on his head cracking his skull. Knocked unconscious from the blow, he falls to the floor with a thud. I remove him from the doorway as best I can, but he is extremely heavy and dragging him that short distance has taken up almost all of my energy. It is a good thing the mother will not arrive home for another 20 minutes.

To make sure the father is completely dead, I grab the hammer and smash his head in with it several more times. There is blood and brains flying everywhere and the sight of it excites me, but I know I must not get too carried away. The mother will be home soon…

I once again wait by the garage door, but this time I have chosen to grab a cord from out my ‘bag of tools’. There is just something exciting about strangulation.

Twenty minutes has passed and still no car. For a fleeting moment I begin to panic wondering if I had stuffed up on the times. I continue to wait though, maybe she is running late. Five more minutes pass and finally there is the sound of a car approaching in the driveway. Desperately hoping it is the mother and not some unexpected visitor, I continue to wait. The sound of the electronic garage door opening relaxes me and I stand by the kitchen door, once again ready to attack my unsuspecting prey.

The mother is an elegant woman with auburn hair, long sexy legs and a curvacious, yet slight build. She is not much shorter than her husband. Working as a well-respected psychologist, it is clear to see who wears the pants in the family. The thought of killing her excites me even more and I wait in eager anticipation for the sound of the knob being turned in the garage/kitchen door.

I watch as the knob turns and get ready to attack. The door opens and in she steps before she is even aware that I have raised the cord and pulled it tightly around her neck. She has not had a chance to scream and desperately pulls at the cord on her neck trying to catch her breath. I pull harder and it takes several minutes before the bitch finally collapses. I lean her against the wall in a sitting position and quickly check the time on my watch before applying a plastic bag over her head and again tightening the cord around her neck. I strangle and suffocate her at the same time for several minutes before releasing the cord and checking her pulse. She is dead and my work is done, but I am still experiencing the rush from each kill and decide that a nice little surprise for both of Bryan’s sisters is in order. After all, if you’re gonna kill the parents, you may as well kill the whole family and be done with it!

Both sisters are slim and attractive girls. Such a treat for a good days work.

Half hour later and the sisters arrive home entering through the front door. The youngest one, Patricia, appears moody and immediately races upstairs to her bedroom. Anna, the eldest, heads to the kitchen in order to grab a snack. Just as she is about to step around the entryway to the kitchen, I grab her quickly, placing the rag of chloroform I am holding over her mouth and nose. She passes out and I grab some rope from my bag, quickly shoving a gag in her mouth and tying her wrists and ankles together. I sit her on a kitchen chair and secure her to it in order to avoid her making too much movement when she awakes. When I am finished I head upstairs to the little sisters bedroom.

She has her door closed and her music up loud. Knife in hand, I decide to knock loudly on the door, pretending that I am one of her family members in order to surprise her. She doesn’t answer and so I knock again in slight frustration at her ignorance. Beyond the door, I hear her music being turned down and footsteps as she approaches. I get ready… She opens the door, peering into the hallway. I am standing beside the door frame and as soon as she sees me, I ram the blade into her eye. She screams and steps backwards, stumbling, falling. Trying to pull the knife out, but the pain has weakened her attempt. She screams yet again and then collapses on the floor, falling silent. I walk up to her still, dead body and pull the blade out of her eye. I smile at my work and remember the other sister, still tied up and waiting downstairs. That one will be my favourite. Her death is one that will definitely be worth waiting for.

I walk downstairs, pleased with how well everything is going and notice the little bitch is just waking up. I slap her face and her eyes widen in fear. Noticing the bloodied knife in my hand and her parents dead in the corner of the kitchen floor, she tries to scream and struggle out of her restraints. I notice her small, tender breasts jiggling as she struggles… I am excited by the sight of her. I slap her again, harder and order her to shut the fuck up if she wants to survive this little ordeal. She cries out in pain and continues to cry as I grab a chair, sitting on it back to front in front of her, while calmly telling her what is happening…

“Look at you. You’re pathetic crying there like that. Stop crying. If you can shut up long enough I’ll tell what the situation is here. (she stops crying but continues to sniffle). Your parents and little sister are dead, so crying out to them is not going to help.”

She cries again, hope fading at the sound of her families death.

“Shut the fuck up before I hit you again! This is what’s gonna happen. You’re going to sit there quietly while we wait for your brother to arrive home…”

Hearing that her brother is not dead, a spark of hope appears in her eyes.

“Forget about your brother helping you. He planned this whole thing. That’s right. You’re lovely little brother there told me how much he wanted your dear parents dead and so naturally, I obliged. (a smile playing on my lips). But you’re brother has a surprise in store for him, doesn’t he now... Yeah, one could say he made a real killer of a deal. (grinning).”

I get off the chair and walk over, removing the gag from Anna’s mouth. She immediately spits on my face, yelling out in anger, “You sick, twisted fuck! You won’t get away with this. My brother will get you and then you’ll regret ever having met us!”

Wiping the spit from my cheek, I turn my hand into a fist and punch the bitch in the face, “You stupid, fucking whore! You’re turn is coming".

I sit back down on the chair, facing her… ”Didn’t you hear a goddamn thing I said?! You’re brother hired me to kill your family! Except in his plans, only your parents were to be murdered. I took it upon myself to kill your little sister as well" (smiling as I say it).

Anna appears angry and disgusted at me, “How could you do that? How can you kill people like that and… and… My little sister was only 10 years old and you just took her whole life away from her… How could you do that? How?... My parents…” She starts crying and lowers her head as if all is lost.

I look at her, feeling nothing. She is nothing to me. I don’t care about her family. Killing her is the only thought running through my head.

“Why don’t you just sit there and shut up. We’ve got awhile to wait before your brother gets home. If you keep talking, I may just have to shut you up a lot sooner than planned and you can bet your ass, whatever pain you’ve felt in the past will be nothing compared to what I will do to you!”

She continues to cry and as time passes, she slowly goes quiet, just sitting there watching me as I make myself something to eat.

“I hope you choke on it!” She yells as I take a bite out of a freshly made sandwich.

I turn to look at her and am about to say something when I hear a car drive up to the house, the sound of a car door shutting and voices outside. The sound of the car fades as it is being driven away. I grab my gun out of my bag and turn to Anna, shoving the gag back in her mouth. I then place my hand over her mouth, leaning down to speak in her ear, “shhh, make a sound and I’ll kill you right here and now. You got that?”

She nods her head, renewed fear in her eyes for fear that her brother will be killed also. Hoping desperately that her brother will save her and the nightmare will end, well, for her anyway. Too late to help her sister and parents.

I walk out to the entrance way and wait beside the door as the knob turns and Bryan enters. He is surprised to see me and then realises why I would still be there. He attempts to run back out the door, but I point the gun to his head and tell him to stop right there or I’ll blow his fucking head off! He stops and walks back inside.

Still holding the gun to his head, I push the door shut behind us and lead him into the kitchen. He looks on in fear at the sight of his parents dead on the floor and sister, sitting tied to the kitchen chair, “What the fu...” I hit him hard over the head with the butt of the gun and he collapses to the floor. His sister screams through the gag and starts crying. I yell at her, “Didn’t I tell you to shut up!” She looks at me and quietens down, crying to herself.

I drag her brother over to the kitchen chair I had been sitting on earlier, face it to the front and pull him up onto it. I tie some rope around his waist first to stop him from falling off the chair, then proceed to tie his wrists and ankles. I then place a rope around his neck and tighten it gently, just enough to cause slight strain on his neck, tying it behind him to the wooden piece connecting the legs towards the bottom of the chair at the back of it. Once secured, I slap him awake. He begins to stir, groaning at the pain in his head. “Wake up Bryan. We’ve got work to do.” Bryan opens his eyes, still groggy from being knocked out, “Wha… what are you talking about?”

Killer (me): “Bryan, you and I are gonna play a little game”

Bryan: “wha… what game?”

Killer (smiling): “Let’s just say it’s a little game I like to play called… ‘simon says’. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. But in this case it’s… 'Demon says'. Whatever I tell you to do to your sexy sis here, you'll do it.” (smilling wickedly)

Bryan: "Please don't ask me to hurt her... Please..."

Killer: "Oh Bryan, Bryan, Bryan, that's all part of our game. In this game, I make the rules and You WILL do as I say! You got that?!"

Bryan (yelling): “I won’t do it! You can’t make me hurt her! I’ll kill you before I ever hurt her!! This was not part of the deal!”

Anna who is already terrified, looks at Bryan in shock: “Bryan… please... please tell me you aren't apart of this!”

Bryan looks at Anna and explains the whole thing, the initial meeting between he and myself and the plan to kill his parents. Anna is shocked and disgusted and starts yelling at Bryan for his stupidity.

Killer: “Enough! Shut up the two of you! Bryan, you’re gonna do as I say or I will kill the bitch myself, but not before gutting her alive… you hear me!”

Bryan (angry): “Fuck you!”

I walk over to the chair Bryan is sitting on and pull hard on the rope behind him that is around his neck. He begins to choke and struggles to catch his breath, “o..okay… I… I’ll do it” (choking sounds)

I release the rope and allow him to breathe again. Bryan sits there choking and gasping for air.

Killer: “You better fucking believe you’ll do it! Now, I’m going to untie you. Do anything foolish and you’ll regret it!”

I cut Anna’s clothes off her, noticing her slender body, gentle hips and the soft mounds of her small breasts. This arouses me, but I clear my head of such thoughts. This is no time for taking my mind off the task at hand. I then untie Bryans ropes, with his sister watching on in fear, aware of her impending death, yet hoping beyond hope that Bryan will somehow still protect her from this living nightmare.

I hold the gun to his head and tell him to stand. I then order him to hurt his sister in various ways. Suffocating and strangling her repeatedly at my command. Heating up a kettle and pouring hot water on her delicate, pink pussy, making her scream in agonising pain. I order him to suck on her breasts and notice his erection at the prospect of doing this. I smile and tell him, I bet he has wanted this for a long time. He looks at me in disgust trying to hide his erection in the process. He leans down and begins sucking on her nipples, gagging at the knowledge that it is his sister he is doing it to. I tell him to bite hard on her nipples and he does. She screams again and squirms in the chair trying to pull her body away from his mouth, but to no success. He bites her again and this time each nipple is bitten completely off. She is screaming and crying and I notice Bryan has orgasmed while doing it.

I start laughing at the sight of him, “Oh yes! I can see how much this is exciting you! Now excite me and kill the bitch!!”

I hand him my knife. He is reluctant to take it, but I force it into his hand and order him to stab her in the neck. He looks at the knife and is immediately aware of the possibility of using the weapon on me. I can see that predator look in his eyes as I have had it in my own many times before and remind him of just how easy it would be to shoot him in the head if he tries anything foolish. Thinking about the gun has made Bryan rethink about his next move and he reluctantly turns to his sister, approaching her slowly and apologising for what he is about to do.

Her head is lowered and she is crying quietly to herself, “It’s okay Bryan... It’s okay”. Tears well in his eyes as he raises the knife above his head and rams it down hard into the side of her neck. Her body arches against it’s restraints as the knife enters, she screams one long piercing scream before choking on her own blood. The choking ends and she slumps forward in the chair… death has finally arrived.

Bryan wipes his eyes and after smiling at him, I tell him that I am impressed and order the knife back. He pulls it out of Anna’s neck and hands it back to me. I order him to kneel on the floor in front of me and he does. He looks up at me and says, “Why? Why did you do this… you killed my whole family!!”. I look down at him and speak to him as though he is nothing more than an object.

“Because I can...”

He looks at me as though seeing me for the very first time and I place my hand on the top of his head, pushing it forward and slightly down. I walk behind him and while he is kneeling before me, I reach around with my knife and slit his throat…

With all the family now dead, I clean my blade and place it back in my bag along with the gun. I take one final look around, satisfied that I have achieved my goal. Before I leave, I carefully place a photo of Bryans family in my bag also to keep as a trophy and attach a note to his body, signing it with my own special signiture for the cops to find. My work is now done and I leave, feeling an aura of contentment as I walk out the back door.

Holding my trophy, I smile as I read in the papers the next day… “Phantom Serial Killer Strikes Again!” knowing that I have once again left my mark on the world.