AUTHORS NOTE: I know I was struggling to think of ideas for you recently but after publishing that last one, I kind of decided what I wanted in the next chapter. Please do not worry about my sanity once you've read this. I am normal. Ish.
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[There's been a Murder #3]
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The girl was beautiful.
He stroked his hand through her hair and listened to her whimper.
He knew she was afraid. He could sense it through the way she'd curled up into a ball. He could tell from the way that she sucked her thumb. He could tell from the way her eyes were clamped shut and whenever he whispered for her to open them, she ignored him.
He knew that she was afraid and that got him over excited.
He moved over to his table and picked up the knife. He ran his finger along the blade, his smile glinting against the metal. He had never known anything so erotic as plunging a knife into a young girl's body.
His master had told him that there were two kinds of people. Those who dreamt about doing the deed and those who were brave enough to go out and do it. He'd always been afraid that he wouldn't be the latter one. He remembered the first murder. He had actually left the scene and thrown up everywhere. This little piece of information had been edited when he had retold the tale to his master.
The little girl was trembling as he moved back over.
He knelt down beside her and ran the blade down her arm. She shivered against him, a heavy sob breaking free as she knew what was to come.
She wished she'd never left. She should be tucked up in bed right now, her bear cuddled up in her arms. She remembered when daddy bought her that bear and she could still see his smile. She closed her eyes, singing a lullaby mentally in her head as she screamed at the blade being stabbed into her side.
Why did this man want to hurt her?
She had never done anything to him. She'd just been sat there crying and he'd offered her protection. She'd been stupid to allow it to happen but she had craved the need for him. She had wanted him to hold her close and tell her that everything was okay.
The blade pierced her again and she heard her own voice pleading. She wanted him to stop it. She wanted him to let her go. She wanted her dad. She wanted to live.
He was angry.
The pleading turned him on, the sound of her crying turned him on, the sound of her sniffling turned him on and he wanted to lean down and lick the tears away from her face. He wanted to pin her down and whisper that everything was going to be okay. She was going to be safe.
He did.
He promised her that everything would be okay. It would all be over soon.
She didn't have to know that once she took her last breath, he'd be hacking out her eyes or stealing her virginal innocence. She didn't need to know anything. She just needed to know that she was going to be safe.
He'd lost counts of how many times he'd stabbed her now.
He could see her blood all over, could hear her crying starting to cease. She hadn't fought him. He was still to find a victim that would fight him. He sighed as he stood up and backed away after rolling her onto her back.
He watched her open her eyes.
The piercing blue eyes stared at him for a few long moments and he just waited patiently until her chest ceased movement.
He just stared at her and sighed.
The blood had ruined her beautiful blonde hair and he found himself cursing as he knelt over her, his hand on the side of her face as he took hold of the smaller knife.
"Sweet dreams. God awaits you." He whispered softly before starting to cut.