WARNING: involves graphic depictions of gore and dub-con (usage of date rape drugs). i wrote this a couple years ago and didn't realize how heavy some of these topics are. please read at your own risk and don't push your own boundaries if these topics may trigger you.

(originally my name was used but now it feels weird seeing that so i replaced it with a bunch of symbols)

written from Psycho's POV
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I unwrapped my fingers from her throat once I was sure she was dead, letting her corpse lay back down onto the bed. I lifted myself up and onto the floor and dressed myself, my breathing jagged from the previous activities. I tugged the sheets from the corners of the mattress, wrapping the woman's lifeless body, and then using my lighter to ignite a fire, the linen swallowing up in flames.

I opened the window in her room, easily escaping since she lived in a one-story house. I walked away from the scene, leaving the house before it would burn up entirely, destroying any fingerprints or other evidence I may have left behind.

The night was silent as I walked through the streets. The eerie quietness soothing, yet disturbing. I've been walking for a while, putting a large distance between me and the woman I murdered. By now the room would be completely destroyed and the fire will have continued to the other rooms in the house, slowly being completely swallowed by the flames.

Cremation is the best way to cover evidence and that would be why I usually burn the bodies after I'm done with them. The fire destroys the evidence and the body, and they're usually blamed on the person inside, claiming they left the fireplace on or caught their sheets on fire while smoking.

I also love the way it looks, the flames dancing together as they destroy, joyful with their doing as they kill and eliminate.

My thoughts and silence were interrupted as I walked past an alley, the sound of metal hitting metal and heavy breathing bringing me back to reality. I slowly made my way into the narrow space, making as little noise as possible so I could figure out what's going on.

Suddenly, a girl jumped up, startling me. She was panting, like she had run a great distance and had a large gash on her face, going from the center of her forehead to the top of her left cheek, slicing through the eye. It looked fairly new, like it had happened no less than an hour ago and was still spilling blood, the Crimson color coating a large portion of her face.

"You good?" I asked stupidly.

"No no, yeah I'm fine. Just tired from running," she told me. "I'm just—" she cut herself of the take a few large breaths before continuing, "really out of shape."

I nodded slowly. "What about, you know," I told her pointing to the slash on the face.

"Oh, it's okay, I just now can only see out of my right eye," she told me with a light and forced laugh.

What the fuck is happening.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No actually, I suffer from Congenital Analgesia so no," she responded.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Congaline anal what?"

"Congenital Analgesia. I'm insensitive to pain, so it doesn't hurt. I can feel it, it's just not painful," she explained.

My eyes widened at the fact. Imagine all the things I could do. And it wouldn't even hurt.

"Wait," I said. "So if someone were to, oh I don't know, stab you, you wouldn't feel the pain, just the knife piercing through your flesh?"

"Pretty much."

"Would you scream?" I asked.

"I mean even if it doesn't hurt, I probably would. Someone stabbing me wouldn't be painful, but like I could die, so I'd probably scream. Yes."

My imagination flew with ideas and I tried to control the tightness in my pants, my body beginning to heat up.

I could run my knife against her skin as I'd take her from behind, screams of pleasure pouring from her mouth as I would enjoy the view of the scarlet liquid seeping from the skin of her back while I'd fuck her senseless.

Oh my god, the sex.

We could go at it for hours and she'd never get overstimulated or be overused. I could fuck her over and over, slicing through her skin as much as I wanted.

And that's what I will do.

I squeezed my eyes shut as my pants only got tighter, the bulge growing larger as I tried to control myself.

"Um, are you okay?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. The blood just makes me a little crazy," I half lied.

"Oh! I'm sorry. Do you have something I could maybe wipe my face with?" She asked.

I felt around in my pockets, my hands searching. I felt a cloth in my pocket and went to pull it out until I remembered it's probably dosed with chloroform. An idea came to mind and I handed it to her.

"Sorry if it smells weird. I had my jacket cleaned recently," I lied.

She just nodded and used it to wipe the blood, breathing as she did so and inhaled the toxin.

"Thank you," she mumbled, "Do you want me to throw it away or—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her eyes slowly closed and I reached for her so she wouldn't fall on the ground. I grabbed the cloth and picked her up, carrying her bridal style and rested the clothed by her nose and face so she wouldn't wake up while I was taking her to my house.

I unlocked the door and carried the girl in, turning the lights on a dim setting and taking her to the couch. I set her down and took the cloth off her face so she'll wake up. I made my way to the bathroom and grabbed a bunch of first aid shit, throwing away the bloody rag and getting a new one, one not seeping with chloroform.

As I made my way back to the living room, I noticed the girl starting to wake up. I made my way over and set the stuff down at the coffee table next to the couch she was laying on. She sat up and looked over at me, confused.

"You fell asleep while we were in that alley, so I took you here. I though it would be better than leaving you there," I told her with a smile.

"Oh thank you, um, uh. What's your name?" She asked.

"I'm Harry," I told her.

"€#4¥," she replied back.

I smiled, "Well €#4¥, would you like me to clean your wound? Just put some ointment and dressing on?"

She gave me a gracious smile, "Really? The would be great actually. I hope I'm not being any trouble."

I shot her a grin, "You're fine."

I properly cleaned and covered the wound, €#4¥'s head resting in my lap as I tended to her damaged face. When I finished, she removed her head from my lap and I threw away the trash. I walked to the kitchen and got two glasses. I filled both of them with water and grabbed the bottle of Rohypnol from the medicine cabinet, taking one and dropping it into one of the glasses.

After it dissolved, I grabbed them both and took a sip from the clean one, offering the other one to €#4¥.

She smiled up at me, graciously taking the water, "Thanks."

I nodded back, taking another sip and watched as she took a couple of sips from her glass.

"Do you have anyplace to stay?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No."

I can tell the drug is beginning to take effect. "You could stay here," I offered. "I don't think I'd be comfortable sending you out on your own."

"Thank you," she responded.

"I can get you some clothes," I told her, motioning her to follow me.

We walked to my bedroom and she took a seat on the bed as I got her some clothes. I handed them to her and exited the room, "You can change in here if you want. The lock is on the doorknob."

She nodded and closed the door and I heard the click of the fake lock I put on the door. I undressed myself in hallway, waiting a moment before I pushed the door open, entering to find her back towards me, only in her bra and panties.

I smirked to myself and stalked over to her, position my body behind hers and my head over her shoulder. I lowers my head so it was next to her ear and chuckled, "Hello."

She jumped with a squeak. Her hands attempted to cover her body and I sent her a wicked grin before smashing my lips onto hers. I pried her mouth open and pushed my tongue into her mouth.

She stood undecided with what to do while I continued to move my mouth with hers. The drug I put in her drink clouded her mind as she seemed confused with what she should do.

I walked us to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress with myself on top of her. I rested my weight onto my elbows as I continued to use my mouth against hers. She was still unresponsive, so I trailed my lips from her jaw to her collarbones.

"C'mon babe," I rasped. "Let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good."

She moaned in response, "Okay, okay. Yes."

I smirked victoriously and let out a sinister laugh. My hands began to wandered I groped her tits and took her mouth to mine again.

A/N: BEWARE IF THE SMUTTY SMUT. IF YOU'RE NOT REALLY INTO ALL THAT YOU CAN SKIP IF YOU WANT.

She let out a moan, the drug I gave her clearing her mind and making her unresistant to my touch. My hand traveled to her panties, stroking her heat through the lace fabric.

She let out a whimper and began to grind herself against my fingers, making my cock strain and harden even more.

I pushed her panties to the side and inserted a finger into her wet heat. She let out a moan and I quickly added a second as she continued to grind on my hand.

"Say my name," I commanded, stroking her walls.

"H-Harry," she stuttered.

I scissored my fingers, stretching her tightness. "Harry!" She cried out.

"That's it babe," I told her, continuing to make her say my name as I pleased her.

After repeating this action multiple times, she threw her head back and let out a loud moan, her walls clenching to signal she was reaching her peak.

"That's right €#4¥. Come for me. Release yourself all over my fingers like the filthy girl you are," I growled.

She cried out and I felt her release herself on my fingers. I slipped my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth, licking her juices from my hand as she caught her breath.

I pushed her back onto the bed and looped my fingers through her panties, tossing them to the ground. I placed my body above her, attaching our lips in another heated kiss and eased my cock into her.

We moaned in unison and I squeezed my eyes shut when she clenched her walls, the tightness sending a wave of pleasure through me.

"God you're so tight," I moaned, trailing kisses up her neck and sucking harshly where her neck met her jaw.

"Harry," she cried out as I thrusted in and out of her tightness. Our breath quickened along with my pace and €#4¥ continued to scream my name.

I lifted her right leg and set it on my shoulder and then did the same with her left before thrusting into her harshly, my name tumbling from her mouth along with an animalistic scream.

"Fuck. You're so hot," I told her, biting her left breast, leaving a mark that would surely bruise.

I continued to thrust into her, hitting her in her deepest spot, causing her to tilt her head back and arch her back. I reached for the nightstand, grabbing my knife and continued to thrust into her, hitting that one spot that had her screaming.

As soon as she reached her climax, I brought my knife to her chest, placing the tip in the center of her sternum and dragging it down to her stomach.

I moaned at the sight, her climaxing body arched toward the ceiling, displaying the beautiful scarlet liquid I drew from her body.

I continued to thrust into her after she climaxed. I took my knife and traced patterns on one side of the line, making a mirrored image of the same pattern on the opposing side.

I brought my thumb to her sex, rubbing her bundle of nerves as I continued to thrust into her. She tumbled a stream of curses, my name being mixed in as well.

"C'mon. You can come once more," I coaxed, knowing it wouldn't take much to pull her over the edge.

She cried out again, her body convulsing as I felt her second orgasm took over her. I continued to thrust after she came a second time, grabbing my knife again and running it against her skin and I screwed my eyes shut, my own orgasm raking through my body. I rode out my high and pulled out, crouching near her body to finish the job.

A/N: kinda gross part beware children

I pressed my knife harder into her skin, the top layer being sliced deeply. I used my knife to go deep and pinched the skin, raising it so I could peel it off.

Skinning her alive, that's what I was doing. Taking her pale skin between my fingers and slicing under it, lifting the skin and repeating to peel the layer off.

It's a beautiful thing to see when a person is skinned, seeing them vulnerable and bare and to see what's truly under the person. It's beautiful to see the pink of their flesh, bare and bleeding.

I took my time to skin her body, peeling the flesh off at a slow pace. I started from the stomach and chest area, lifting the skin off in a delicate manner and moving to the legs, peeling it off like a glove. The arms and back came next as I marveled at the uncovered flesh. Lastly, I got her neck and head, making her even more beautiful than before.

She didn't scream. She didn't say no. It didn't hurt and she was too tired and drowsy.

She looked so beautiful like this, pink and fleshy and so natural. It truly is amazing.

I watched her breathing as it slowly decreased, her pulse slowing along with the rest of her body. I raised my knife one last time and took it to her throat, slicing through the flesh.

She gasped and choked and I watched in awe as she coughed, blood spilling from her throat. She let out one last breath before sinking to the mattress, her souls and mind escaping from this world.

I smiled, happy with myself. She is one that I won't forget.

I stood up and walked out of the bedroom. I took my clothes from the hallway and threw them in the hamper before making my way to closet at the end of the hall, opening it up to reveal the preserved skin of the victims that I skinned.

I walked back to the bedroom and retrieved the pale skin from €#4¥'s body, placing it in the box for preservation before closing the closet.

Her death was one of my favorites and it most definitely wasn't quick.

But at least for her, it was painless.

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YAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT Chingyonce IT TOOK ME A COUPLE DAYS TO WRITE AND I WROTE THE SMUT NEXT TO MY 10 YEAR OLD SISTER IN THE CAR BUT OH WELL

I KNOW ITS NOT REALLY HUMOROUS BUT I THOUGH IT WAS GOOD ANYWAYS