So, I'm at this party last night and I meet this hot girl there, long story short, about thirty mins later I'm fuckin her in the back room. Right in the middle of railing the shit out of her, I stop, and ask, "Do you have any fetishes?"

She said, "No, not really, why?"

So I said, "Because I have this thing called Renfield's Syndrome." There was a pause while she gave a blank and questioning stare to which I explained, "It means I take sexual pleasure from the sight and taste of blood."

And in the next half second her face changed from deeper questioning to intense panic, but before she could say anything at all, I pushed her down by the throat with my left hand and I took a chunk out of the muscle that connects the neck to the shoulder on her left side.

I had continued railing her and in the next couple of minutes her screams were purely of pain. By the end of three minutes I had already came (the blood turns me on faster than Nazis on an unburned Jew, so I pre from it) but I stayed hard enough and kept railing.

Within the next five minutes after that, her screams of terror and pain became moans of agony and pleasure. Unfortunately only a few minutes after that I had noticed she had passed out, whether or not it was from the loss of blood or the choking I don't know, but it then donned on me that anyone who found me over a bleeding unconscious body would start to suspect something.

That's when I freaked and came again (from adrenaline). I pulled out and tried not to think about the blood pouring out as wasted blood (it's hard for me to keep my mind off of an open source). So I got my clothes on real fast, pulled the covers over the body and exited the room.

As I walked down the hallway and into the living room (where everyone is), I just tried to keep my cool and act like everything was fine, then leave real soon like I forgot something important. So as I entered the party room, my friend turned around and yelled, "EVERYONE LOOK, THE FAGGOT GOT SUM FROM JASMINE!" but when everyone looked, instead of laughter, everyone went dead silent.

That's when I realized there was blood all over my mouth and chin. But to make it look as if I wasn't in on it, I naturally asked, "what?"

Derek (my friend) came over and asked, "What the fuck happened?"

I knew as soon as they went in any bs I had said would only make it look worse, so I didn't bs, "I killed her."

There was the most uncomfortable fucking silence in the world (even the music had stopped) and then Derek, who was followed by everyone else (and me) started to laugh deep laughs that echoed ignorance within fains of bliss. He said, "No, really what happened?"

"She had a really bad nose bleed, got all over the sheets." and I laughed lightly. "Well, I actually got to go, I have that fuck early job interview tomorrow morning and I don't want to miss this one again."

"Oh, that's right, forgot about that, well, you might as well wash up real fast before you leave, don't want to have a cop pull you over like that, heh." (Great thinking Derek XD). So I washed up said bye, and left.

It's been a whole day and I got a call from Derek about twelve hours ago. I didn't answer, I let the machine pick it up. He sounded really confused and sad and angry and choked up all at the same time, "Matt, you're my best friend, why would you do something like this? I mean why? How could you just play it off as a joke? I haven't told the cops anything about you yet, I said I didn't remember and they believed me because I'm so stressed (But he forgets a lot anyways, my interview was actually the next day). I just want to know why you would do that to someone, I want to help.... but I don't know how... Please turn yourself in and maybe we can figure this out..." and he hung up.

I'm in a hotel right now, and I've checked in using my fake ID... There's a bar with a hot girl sitting on the stool at the end of the row down the street... About half an hour ago I got her number... Should I explore the possibility of playing with a new girl? I think 27 is enough for this lifetime.