"I'm a honest person, so I'll tell you what I really do. I'll give you chance to choose, stay or leave."-I say, but she just takes another glass of whiskey. She's thinks she knows bad people, that she's strong. "I make people suffer. I watch them as they fight for their life. I watch their pain and I throw them a spark of hope, let them believe they'll survive, that I'll ease their pain. And then I kill them. I enjoy it. It's not that I have to do it. I can control myself, I can be normal. I just don't want to, I enjoy killing. I'm serial killer, baby."- I finish my story. She just laughs. "So, you wanna play big bad wolf?"-she asks, making fun of me. Her blue eyes surrendered with dark makeup look around the room. She's still bored, but that's about to change. "I gave you the choice, and you made your decision. There's no comeback now."- I say and smile. She just looks at me playful, inpatient. I slowly walk to her. "This will be slow and..."-I say as I take off her black leather dress and kiss her neck. She's still impatient, but kisses make her smile. Her eyes saying that she likes it. I run a hand down her body. It's warm and soft, so soft. I kiss her arms, her breasts, her stomach, her legs. Her lips are slightly parted, she's enjoying. I come back to her neck, kissing it, gazing my teeth over the skin and then biting. Warm blood comes out. It tastes great. Her gaze makes it even better. Enjoyment that filled them moment ago has now left. A shade of confusion colors them, and soon after fear. I drink from her. She tries to push me away, but she can't. All power has left her skinny body. "And painful"- I finish my sentence started before than the game. "What are you?"-She ask moving away from me and touching the bite. "I warned you"-I answer with a smile. She gets up and tries to run. She's tripping, falling down, fighting, breaking glasses and bottles, cutting herself. Soon she's dirty, her long blond hair all covered in blood. It's an enjoyment to watch her. She just like a beast in cage. She reaches the doors, but they're locked. Her knees touch the ground in desperation. Tears run down her face. "Please"-she begs. I show her my best victorious smile-"I won't kill you." Hopes rises in her." I'll just leave you to die."- I continue. Now she completely broken, unable to move. I pick her up. She punches me with the last power she has. I carry her down the stairway, to the basement. Her eyes look around. Called stone walls, no windows, a wet old basement. You can hear groans from corners. That's last thing she'll see. "Don't worry. This won't be your last home."-I say again-"It will be warm and comfortable." I put her on the floor, as I open her last home. "Here"-I say as I put her there. She's scared, and once again she begs. But no one will hear her again, because I close her last home, her coffin. It has her name on it "Kerra". Well Kerra, you are lucky girl. You got a chance to meet the ripper. "I have a such good taste"- I say to myself, and look around my basement, filled with coffins and beautiful girls in them.