My mind was corrupt, I could not doubt it. But my flesh; my flesh was untainted. Free of the pollution that is fed to us from every aspect of society. Unlike the whores. Their flesh was soiled, stained by the sweat and semen of a 1000 deviants. They had to be cleansed of their impurities. It was never in any doubt that I would have to carry out this work. The police weren't interested. They were more than happy to visit these diseased sluts. I'd watch them; accepting their physical bribes, corrupt as the whores they're supposed to police. I knew my work while they neglected theirs. I would approach the whores under the pretence of a customer. Whether I was convincing in my role as a pathetic loser was irrelevant as I had the necessary cash to open their legs. You must understand though I could not taint myself. I had to remain pure; it's the only way I could carry on. It was difficult at first. I never realised how hard it could be to actually kill someone. Not from a moral viewpoint but from a practical one. The first one I ever cleansed, I did so with a hammer. As she knelt before me I opened her skull with a claw hammer. She didn't instantly die as I had expected. She was still conscious, I couldn't believe it. I hit her again, this time in the face. Her nose exploded as warm crimson sprayed the cold night air. I could hear her gurgling, the damn bitch was still alive. I don't know what strike killed her, but I remember each one. I didn't stop until her face was a thick red paste. With the next one I applied the same set up. Though this time I stabbed her with a 7 inch serrated blade in the throat. I twisted it, as the metal resisted against her wind pipe. After that it got easier. I even found myself toying with them, taking my time. It was my time after all. I became arrogant and careless. One such whore who I had been keeping an eye in for some time intrigued me. She was very popular and insisted we go back to hers. I'd done it before, apartments appeared to be more…messy than an alley but it allowed me sufficient time to carry out my work. I eyed up the situation, pure thoughts racing through my head about how impure this slut was. She started to undress as she lay on the bed. I savoured it, this one was special. I had my knife in my back pocket. I caressed it as she started rubbing herself, ordering me to watch. I was surprised how she wanted to play. She said she would bring herself to orgasm first, and then it would be my turn. I humoured her, the flesh between my legs remained as limp as ever, but my desire was uncontrollable. As she started to reach a climax, I noticed that the lights began to flicker. Then they went out. All I could see were shadows, I could barely even make the bitch out on the bed. I reached for my knife and that's when I heard the laughter. Was it her? No, it was...inhuman. Before I could pull the knife out, something pierced my hand. It pulled at the flesh, spinning me around. It then threw me to the floor as more hooks ripped into me. The agony was like none I had every experienced, yet I could not resist the lure of the darkness. I didn't even fight as I could feel something calling me. A voice in my head, inviting me to a place I always knew of, but could never explain as to why or how? I had to be trained of course, punished, torn and moulded. My flesh was no longer untainted, it was so much more. I now had scars which I would add to. And I was still allowed to do my work, except this time my purpose was acknowledged. It was encouraged. I would visit the scum of the world under the order of my lord. There I would bring them to him, he would claim the soul, but the flesh…the flesh was mine to cleanse.