Dexter laid the man out on the table. The designated kill sight for this victim was an old abandoned strip joint in Miami's outskirts. Dexter smiled. Jorge Klarksburgenheimer II Ph.D was oh so guilty, and now he was wrapped to pure perfection.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Jorge wouldn't wake up and Dexter couldn't imagine why. And then he realized that he should probably use his ammonia capsules.
Snap. Jorge woke up immediately.
"Hello, Mr. Klarksburgenheimer." Dexter said to his victim.
"W-Where am I?" Jorge looked around. He did not know where he was.
"You are in Kings of the Beach." Dexter chuckled, "Your old playing ground."
The man looked quite puzzled but his expression soon turned to horrified as he realized he was duct taped to a table.
"I didn't mean to..." Jorge looked worried.
Dexter smiled and plucked out his scalpel.
Jorge looked worried.
"Then I suppose I won't mean to kill you." Dexter rubbed his hand across Jorge's worried face.
"Why are you doing this?" Jorge looked worried.
"I am doing this because you are guilty."
"Of what?"
"You are guilty of being a ho." Dexter smirked and made a cut down Jorge Klarksburgenheimer's right cheek, accidentally severing his carotid artery. This caused blood to spew everywhere.
"YO MAYNE THIS TURKEY BASTER CAN'T HOLD ALL DIS BLOOD." Dexter threw down his sampler and hit the floor, crying.
