"You know, it would have been a lot easier if you had gone down on the first tranq. But no, you had to pick up the knife and gash me. Now here I am with bleach, cleaning up the mess". The man spoke dryly, the monotone voice piercing into his victims ears. She was naked, her bits covered with immense layers of serane wrap. The plastic coating also covered everything around the room. The man finished cleaning, making sure he didn't get any on his orange shirt. He loved this shirt, it was his favorite. The woman looked at him. He was well built, fairly attractive. Chiseled chin, well kept hair, dashing eyes. This was one of her biggest fantasies. She knew what was going to happen. He was going to use that knife to slowly slice up the seran wrap and have his way with her. She got excited just thinking about it.
She tried to speak, but the napkins in her mouth didn't do her any favor. The man walked over and took out the napkin. "Yes? What do you need?". The woman smiled, trying but failing horribly to flip her brunette hair in an attractive way. "Please don't do it sir!". Shehada sly tone in her voice, child like almost. "Please don't! I have somewhere to be!". The smile on the man's face faded into a snarl as he grabbed her face. He squeezed hard. "You think this is a game? You think this is some kind of sick joke? I know what you did." He let go suddenly, leaving deep red marks where his fingers once were. "His name was Jeremy. He had aspergers. You invited him out to hang as a dare, and did stuff to him he didn't like. He didn't want".
The girl rolled her eyes, playing this off as some sort of bizarre power fantasy. "If he didnt want it then why did he cu-". He smacked the woman. "Jeremy killed himself you fucking nymphomaniac! Some poor boy is dead because you couldn't listen to the world no". She was silent. It didn't occur to her that the boy was serious. "I-i didn't know-". The white haired man yelled again. "How the hell did you not know!? You know what, fuck it, im making myself mad."
The man grabbed the knife, and walked quickly. The woman's eyes widened, and as she opened her mouth, he stuck the paper back in. He lifted his arm up, and slammed into her abdomen. And he felt it. Everything. Her memories, her knowledge. All of her talents, all of her everything. As he gained, she lost. And as everything stopped flooding in, she stopped squirming beneath the knife. The man looked up, and began to clean while looking through the memories he had just gained.
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He had framed it as a suicide. Left the knife in her hand and in her abdomen, cleaned up everything and made it look as natural as possible. Driving home was nice, he got to look through the memories in more detail. New victims were easy to come by. Anyone who has done anything seriously wrong, gets stabbed. "And looks like I found it". A boy. 17 years old. Friend of Jamie, the woman he had just ended. A single memory of Jamie plugging in one of his flash drives and finding loads of kiddie stuff. She laughed it off, and ignored it. "Of course she fucking would" he mumbled. A small voice came in from the bluetooth headset on his right here. "Incoming call from: The smartass". He smiled before touching the small button on the side. "Lincoln, did you dispose of the body properly? I have already fixed the cam systems to function on a loop so your vehicle does not get found, therefore your identity not being compromised". Lincoln chuckled. "Yeah, I got it done Lisa. The Royal Woods Karma guy struck again".
He heard a sigh on the other end. "We really need to get you a new name"