The pulse quickens. Adrenaline rushes. How could you have not known this delight before?! This feeling is beyond euphoria. A simple movement could bring you to the climax. But how glorious it was. Sweat trickles down your brow. A minor distraction and of little consequence. This is what you live for. This moment, ever fleeting. If only there were a means to prolong it. Then again, it would not be quite so special. Not so worth the excruciating wait. No. This delight was best served fresh and to your whim alone. A simple flick of the wrist, a nervous twitch. A small bright trail decorates the pale canvas. Sweet lord, it felt good. You must have more. You simply must!
Patience! To rush would be a grievous mistake. It would ruin everything. Hark! A muted whimper. Music to your ears. Like the richest symphony, created by all the masters in unison. Nay, the voices of angels upon high, glorifying your skill and restraint. And such restraint it was. Even the abstinent had little restraint when compared to you. Oh yes. You were superior. You always knew you were destined for more. And more you did receive. Your senses sharpened, alert for any changes. Silver dances in the moonlight, almost as eager as you.
You draw in breath, ready to reach the end. Your body was wracked with pleasure, excitement causing you to tremble. Then it happens. A quick flash in the night. Red begins to flow. The warmth. As comforting as being held in mother's arms. Once pale skin is dyed with the red nectar as it rushes out. The torrent never seems to end, coating you in a delicious spray, your climax finally here. A sight of beauty lays before you. Her tiny body, a simple canvas, painted into a masterpiece. They would never find all of your works of art, not at all. You were much too careful. You back away, breathing raggedly, euphoria fading fast. Your bag! You need a memento of this glorious triumph.
Blast this darkness. Fumbling, your hands eventually clasp around a solid object. You smile in silent celebration. Click. Flash. Click. Flash. Oh, it looks even better when captured from this angle. Now you must leave. Slip back into the darkness from whence you came. Quickly. Quickly! You can't allow yourself to get caught. Not now. Not ever. The world would be lost without as great an artist as you. Fade. Fade back into obscurity while your work gathers fame. Yes. In time they will recognize your greatness. Of that you have no doubt.
Police report
The body of young Miss Rachel Stone was found at 0900 on the 25th of March. Having been missing for several weeks, having disappeared on her way home from school she was suspected to have been kidnapped. It can now be confirmed that she is dead. Her body was found, stripped naked in a woods in Yorkshire. Her mouth was bound with a filthy rag, with blood, oil and other matter present. Her chest had been sliced open and her organs pinned in place. She looked as though she were a dissection dummy, pinned back for examination. However the worst part was hidden within these organs was a baby of around 4 months old, in the same condition. The look on Miss Stone's face is one of motherly care and her arms were cradling her stomach as if the child was her own. This is 5th in a streak of obscure murders that have been occurring all over the UK. Upon investigation there was only one clue, a message carved into the back of Miss Stone. It read 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Exhibition 5'. Photos of the girl and the message mentioned above are included in this report. -Picture omitted-
