**WARNING**
*Violent Content*

Killer

It's the first morning of this cruise, and I walk around the deck before the sun even shines on the moonlit water. My mind wanders back to last night, and I feel myself harden at the thought of my hand wrapped around the smooth, delicate skin of my precious victim. I can still hear the splash of her body hitting the water.

I chuckle as I wonder how long it will take someone to realize she's missing. The other whore she was vacationing with had her tongue down some guy's throat while my precious girl sat forlornly at the bar alone, just waiting for me to save her.

Damn, it was so fucking easy. It always is. I look around for vulnerable women. I can see them from a mile away. They don't have to be gorgeous women. I find it so much easier to go for an unattractive woman. I don't give a shit about their looks. The only thing that I care about is their smooth necks.

There's nothing more exciting to me than feeling the soft skin of a woman's neck underneath my hands. Nothing in this world turns me on more than that. After their life drains out of them between my fingers, I turn their face towards me and jack myself off onto their faces while looking into their dead eyes.

I know that I'm sick son of a bitch. I always have been. It's not my fault. I'm a result of my fucked up childhood. My mother died when I was young. I watched through a crack in my bedroom door as my father choked the life out of her. He was a mean, drunk bastard. I can still close my eyes and see my mother looking right at me with her dead eyes. Good ole Dad went to prison for life, and I went to my grandfather.

One thing that I can say for sure is that my dad got his drunk-ass temper straight from his father. My grandfather beat the shit out of me so many times that I started to look forward to it because that was the only attention he ever gave me.

I breathe in the salty air as the sun rises in the East. Early morning joggers are starting to run past me. I look at the time. Damn, I have to get ready for work.

I make my way to the upper crew deck to my cabin. I enjoy my job on the ship. I shower and put on my uniform, and make my way to breakfast. The upper deck has a dining room, game room, and a large-screen TV.  I spend most of my time in the fitness center. We have our room to access the Internet, as well as our crew store, where we can buy snacks and toiletries. We have our bar for when we are off duty to drink and dance. There's a small pool for the crew to enjoy as well.

I don't spend too much time here on the crew deck. I enjoy mingling with the passengers, and since I am part of the Staff, I can do just that. Crew members, including the restaurant staff, stewards, laundry, and other jobs around the ship, must stay on the crew deck when not working.

The rules of the ship forbid us from mingling with passengers. Of course, that does not stop me. In my line of work here on the cruise line, I'm with passengers all of the time, and well, to be honest, when I do get too close to a passenger, they don't live to tell about it. I chuckle to myself.

I've worked for several cruise lines, and they are the perfect setting for my extracurricular activities. It's not uncommon for people to go missing on cruise lines. Passengers have fallen, jumped, or got a little push overboard. They've gone missing because of getting lost in one of the many visited ports while cruising. It happens.

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I just got back to my cabin after getting off of my shift. It's late, so I change and head to the bar for a few beers. One thing that I did learn from my father and grandfather was never to get drunk. I only ever drink beer, never the hard stuff. I limit myself to no more than four and drink a full glass of water in between beers. I like to be in control of myself at all times.

A tap on my shoulder gets my attention. "Excuse me." A woman's voice speaks to me from behind. I turn to see the whore from last night.

"Can I help you?" I ask because I'm a staff member of this ship.

"I'm hoping that you can." She looks at me with tears in her eyes. I have to stifle my laugh.

"I saw you spoke with my friend last night, and now I can't find her." A tear rolls down her chubby little face, and I can't help but look at her full neck, wondering how it would feel gripped in my large hands.

"I'm sorry, I talk to many passengers in my line of work. Can you be more specific?" I know as I am speaking to her that she's going to be my next victim.

"I saw you both leaving together from this bar last night," she replied, and I thought, yep, you're dead!

"Oh, that woman, yeah, she asked me to give her a little tour of the ship. I can give you that same tour if you'd like. Maybe that could give you an idea of where she ended up when the tour was over." I smiled my award-winning smile.

"You would do that for me?"

It was so fucking hard not to laugh in her face. It was like taking candy from a damn baby. "Of course. Let's go."

She followed me just like her dumb-ass friend did. I showed her around the deck and asked her how she enjoyed her cruise. I also told her not to worry about her friend. It was normal for passengers to hook up. She shook her head in agreement. I'm pretty sure she banged the guy she was all over last night.

"I guess you think that I'm silly." She was starting to feel more at ease.

"Not at all. Here's the engine room. Would you like to take a look?" I pour on the charm.

"Can we?" she asked, surprised because it said Staff Only on the door.

"As long as you don't tell anyone. Can you keep a secret?" I ask.

She nods, and I take my key and open the door to the supply closet. I let her go in before me. She steps inside the darkened room. I shut the door, and before she even gets a chance to scream, my hands are around her plump neck. It feels like fucking heaven as I squeeze the life from her.

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