It was the night when the air smelt metallic and the storm-brewing clouds covered the overly bright stars that I found you. You were alone, and I was walking through town looking for a girl just like you. I caught your attention from across the road, but the second you looked at me you started to run. I was confused at how you knew I was dangerous so quickly--without even taking a good look at me or hearing me talk--so I knew you were a smart one. But, I started to chase after you anyways because what boy doesn’t like a girl that’s hard to get?

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I caught you. You screamed, cried, and started kicking; your heels digging into my knees and lower legs. I covered your mouth so no one could hear you, then shoved you into my red pick up truck and took a look around the town. Everyone was either asleep or still in the club. Tonight, my timing was perfect. I got into the front seat and smirked as I began to drive up to the cabin. It’s not too far away, but it’s far away enough that they wouldn't be able to find me. I looked into my mirror after I noticed you stopped crying and saw you staring through the sunroof with a blank expression. I’m glad you’re not resisting anymore.

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We reached the cabin at around 2 A.M., giving me more than enough time to get this done before I have to get back home to my family at sunrise. I got out of the truck and opened up the side door. Wrapping my arms around you, your body seemed to fall right into me. I smiled at how good you were acting. Much better than the others did.

I brought you inside and sat you down on the creaky wooden chair that I loved ever so dearly--not the chair itself, but what would happen in it. The struggles, the screams, the cries, the blood. Oh how I love it all. And the fact that you seem dead already makes this kill even better. Maybe even in the top five of all time.

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Grabbing a rope from my back pocket,  I tie your hands and feet together to make sure you can’t get away. Just because you’re resisting now doesn't mean that you aren't planning to later.

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As I began to stand up off of the floor, I noticed your eyes grew wider when they met mine. I stared at you for a while and furrowed my brows because something like this has never happened before. You looked into my eyes like you recognized me--like you knew exactly who I was. I stood up quickly and walked towards my box of toys so you wouldn't be able to sense my confusion. I was taken aback by this; by you. I’m so used to being the shadow that no one even notices. Why do I feel like you notice me? Why does it scare me so much? None of them have ever done that to me before. Not even the best ones.

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I shook the thought away and grabbed a knife out of the bloodied box. Then, I closed it back up and walked towards you. I started slicing your pale skin. Every scream you let out I cut deeper. I was glad you were screaming, crying, and begging. This is why I do this in the first place. Every cut I took was followed by your screams reverberating around the tiny room. I yearned for it.

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Your eyes started to get heavy and then your body became limp. Throwing the knife on the floor, I smiled at the pool lying below you. I wished you lasted a little longer, but nothing good lasts forever.

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It was the night when the air smelt metallic and the storm-brewing clouds covered the overly bright stars that your dripping blood intoxicated me.