James McCuller slid the knife across his victim's throat, not hard enough to kill her. Not immediately anyway. The duct tape covering the blonde's mouth muffled the cries and whimpers. He knew it was only a matter of time before she was dead and he would be given the tedious task of disposing her body. That was his least favorite part, he could no longer savor the fear in his victim's eyes, they only stared lifelessly into empty space. Robert crouched down so that he was eye level with his victim. She was a pretty one, but her time had come. She was weakening more every day, and she was getting boring. Someone else would soon take her place.
"Shh," he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and down into the warm blood flowing down her neck. His victim stared straight into his eyes, barely blinking. He left her in the corner and walked over to the window. He pushed the moth-bitten curtains aside and looked out. So many people out there, James planned to kill as many as he could and he would enjoy every minute.