"yawn!" i screamed at the top of my crazy serial killer lungs, i got a rise on the morning and looked out over the city, my city, this city of sleep that was about to be awakened by my gloved leathery hands, a seedy motel was where I woke up, filled with seeds and grit and it was a torture hostel.

I'd been following the torture hostel rackets to see if I could get a leg up on the Number 23 and what it means to me. Sometimes I would rip open their' skulls to get them to talk.
Sometimes I would rip out their skulls. I came to this Hostel when I saw it had been in business for 23 years... that was significant...

I liked to smoke in the mornings like this, when the smoke from my cigarette could look like a big black cloud over the horizen and look over there, if it isn't the naked gagged and bound torture-meister of this torture hostel I was in...

"PLEASE!" he cried out with his torture-meister voice shaking in fear, "LET ME GO I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!!!" "someone tried to kill me, I said and chopped off his finger with my kukri knife, someone whose neck the guy i snapped his neck and he got up and left like nothing happened!!!" "I DON'T KNOWWWWWW!!!" the guy said so I jabbed my burning cigarette into his eye "OWEEEEEEE" he moaned.

I looked over the torture instruments of the torture hostel, it looked like something out of a torture hostel. Hot american coeds lay in pieces everywhere... some of them even hadn't been killed by me, when I infiltrated the torture club earlier as a paying customer and said "23 college students please" and got to torture them all to death, it gave me a huge boner and i jerked off before I went to bed, but not before tying up the torturemeister...

"you're useless to me, torturemeister... I gotta know the truth behind the number 23 and you are gonna tell me, OR I'M GONNA SHOOT YOU IN YOUR STUPID FACE!!!" and I picked up a gun and shot him in his stupid face, his stupid face disappeared and was replaced by a black hole of guts spewing from his head-bowl, it looked like I was in an Italian restaurant and got a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs with breadsticks. If I was at an Italian Restuarant, tipped the waitress because she was very cute and was probably trying to work her way through college, I loved the way that her Olive Garden apron showed off her figure and accentuated her black cotton pants that I wanted to rip off and stuff my dingaling into her...

Suddenly dogs broke through the windows, there were one of them. The dog looked at me with his doggy face and his puppydog eyes filled with the essence of canines. "You're in the wrong place FINGERLING," he said chuckling as he munched away on the kibbles and bits inside the head-bowl that was sitting on the dead torturemeister's neck-pole, "you followed my tip, huh? But you didn't find out any information? Well okay I'll tell you then sicne you had to go and kill evberyonne there... you're looking for a man named Baron Latos... he's the head of a secret, secret organization that has used the Number 23 to control the world for centuries... Perhaps if you hadn't noticed, churches are all built with 23 pillars and altars are at 23 angles, there are mostly churches in the 23rd latitude and churches are mostly built by stonemasons, DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING, FINGERLING?!"

"THE ILLUMINATI!!!!" I cried out and suddenly it all made sense

"and now fingerling i leave you with a figth"

"a gift?" irepeated?"

"YES!" said the doggy licking his black adorable lips, and then he nuzzled over the corpse of one of the 23 college coeds I'd tortured to death, "Enjoy," he said and then bounded out the window

I went over and examined the corpse. The girl had been stabbed 23 times in various places around her body I knew that much, because I'd done it, but what did he want me to see? Then I saw, it was a piece of her flesh cut out like a Jigsaw Puzzle, and inscribed in her blood and veins was a message just for me "I work for Latos, I am Cancerhead the Jigsaw Killer, come to my warehouse castle full of traps and I will lead you to where you need to go" and there was an address too "23 Wharf Avenue"

I was about to leave when I heard a moan coming from the body "SHE'S STILL ALIVE!" I screamed and whooped and halloed in joy, then I raped her barely conscious until she passed out again and I slit her throat and came all over her tits.