Song: Kill That Girl by L. A. Guns

"I always had a desire to inflict pain on others and to have others inflict pain on me. The desire to inflict pain, that is all that is uppermost."-Albert Fish

As she laid unconscious in my arms, I couldn't help but stare at her unique facial features. She would have been an epitome of beauty. But unfortunately, she had a detestable attitude. After staring at her for a while, I carried her body to my awaiting car.

Once I had placed her in my car and strapped her in, I went back into her house to retrieve the bouquet of flowers. It wasn't because I needed it for anything. It had served its purpose. But I didn't want to take the risk of it been traced back to me.

When everything was set, I got into my car and drove off. Because she lived on the other side of town, it took forty-five minutes for me to get to my house. On the bright side, it was night, so my stick-in-the-ass neighbors would most likely be asleep.

Home at last. My eyes darted back and forth making sure all my neighbors had their lights off. The coast was clear. I lifted her body onto my shoulders and carried her to the place of no return—my basement. Let's not forget the flowers. I placed it in my parlor. It gave the room a warm ambience.

I set her down and chained her legs and hands like I did the previous victims. She stirred. Oops! I had reduced the dosage when I administered the drug into her system. I didn't want her to be out for long. My patience had worn thin.

As I sat legs crossed-meditation style in front of her, waiting for that moment she will open her eyes, I reflected on my life. In all honesty, I no longer felt that compulsion to kill. But at the same time, I couldn't stop. I still enjoyed killing but I no longer looked forward to it.

In as much as I always took forensic countermeasures to hide my identity, I actually thought the police would have caught me. Now I live for the chase and panic not the kill. That is why I won't stop killing. The police have to stop me.

Okay, maybe I lied a little. I might not look forward to killing, but I sure as hell love the fear trapped in the eyes of the women I kill. That also kept me going. The sound of quiet moans brought me out of my thoughts. Finally! She had awoken.

She stirred and blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the brightness of the room. "Where am I?"

I rolled my eyes. As usual, they always asked that question. Under normal circumstance, that would have been the moment I told her not to scream because no one would hear her. But I had come to the realization that I actually enjoyed seeing and hearing them scream. "Where do you think you are?"

Her brows furrowed. "Don't I know you?" She paused.

I smirked. "You tell me."

Honestly, I felt she was acting too calm for someone that was chained. Could it be she hadn't noticed yet?

After a few seconds, she said, "Yes, you are that guy that met up with my boss."

"You mean the one you are sleeping with?" I said with a tiny hint of smugness.

Her eyes widened. "How would you know that? Wait! Why are you here in the first place?" Then she looked down at her hands and legs. "What the heck!" She glared at me. "Why am I chained? Who the heck are you?"

An evil laugh erupted from my mouth. "You ask too many questions," I choked out. After I had calmed down, I sneered, "But I will indulge you. I am The Midnight Killer. And you are going to die."

She clammed up. For about two minutes, she stayed silent like death. The moment she came out of her oblivious state, she screamed.

With a few steps backward, I created a little distance between myself and her. In as much as I enjoyed them screaming, I still didn't want to go deaf.

"Are you okay now?" I asked when she became quiet.

She yanked the chain. "How the f*** do you want me to be okay, when I'm chained?" She yanked the chain again while glaring at me. "Huh? How would you feel if a psycho with mommy issues kidnaps you and plans on killing you?"

The laughter that erupted from my mouth had me rolling on the floor and clutching my abdomen. After I had come down from my high, I said, "Mommy issues? Oh my gosh! Is that what the media is saying now? That I have mommy issues? I really need to watch the news more often."

I let out a small laugh when she gave me the 'are you crazy?' look which I knew for a matter of fact that I was.

Picturing what the headline would have read sent me into another fit of laughter. 'The Midnight Killer with Mommy issues?' Oh god! That was hilarious.

"You are crazy." She finally voiced her thought.

"If I wasn't, you wouldn't be here," I said.

Her eyes widened with fear and her face paled like her she just remembered where she was. "Why would you want to kill me? I have done nothing to you."

Looming over her, I said, my voice laced with disgust, "Are you that dumb? Why do you think the media said I have mommy issues? Because I kill mothers. Or have forgotten that you have a son?"

She etched away. "What has me being a mother got to do with why I am here?" she asked trembling.

I smirked and whispered into her ear, "You've been a bad, bad mother."

She froze for a few seconds, and then she yelled, "You mean I am here about to be killed because of that disgusting brat?"

Here we go again. I massaged my forehead, willing the headache to go away. Why do they always want me to explain to them that it is not nice to treat children with disrespect?

"Talk like that is what led you here. It's what will get you killed. That boy you are calling brat doesn't deserve to be treated the way you treat him."

She stared wide-eyed at me.

"I'm so happy you crossed my path. I'm glad I get to end your life. You're a scum," I spat at her. Anger rose from the pit of my stomach like an erupting volcano.

She trembled as I spoke while staying silent.

"That boss of yours that you think loves you and you are leaving your husband for doesn't love you. Guess what he called you when you left the room? A bitch."

Her eyes burned with anger. "That's not possible. He loves me. He says I'm good in bed. So, don't you lie to me."

Could this woman be anymore stupid?

"Listen to yourself? He says you are good in bed not that he loves you. Just like you said to your husband you really are a bitch. And it will be my honor to kill you."

Her lips quivered as she shed crocodile tears. "Please... I don't want to die. I'm still beautiful, young, and full of life."

"Wow! Conceited much. I am certainly doing the world a favor by killing you. You know what? I am tired of hearing your voice. Let's just get this over with." I smirked as her body went still.

Her pupils dilated as she backed into the wall.

"There is nowhere to run to or hide," I said, walking over the table and picking a rope.

When she saw the rope she asked, "What is that for?" Her voice trembled.

"To kill you, of course."

Her shoulders bowed over her chest. Then she raised her head, a distant look present in her eyes. "There is no way I'm getting out of here, right?"

I nodded.

The distant look turned to a glare. "Then I won't waste my time begging you."

Like I ever wanted her to beg me in the first place.

I went behind her and gripped her neck, wrapping the rope around it. She tried to struggle free. Twisting the rope, I squeezed tightly. She clawed her fingers at my hands uselessly; her chained hands wouldn't let her reach it.

So instead, she dug her fingernails into her neck, trying to dislodge the rope. Small forced gasps escaped her throat.

She struggled against my firm grip, tightening the rope in the process. She tried to loosen the rope, but she was slowly losing consciousness. Her heart, once quickly beating, now slowing in tempo.

I tightened the rope around her throat again, cutting off her air supply. She kicked and let out small screams. Her hands fell to her side as energy escaped her and her vision went dark.

I held on, making sure no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move. I didn't stop until she became still and her body went limp, sagging onto the ground.

Her blue eyes now held a lifeless gaze.

"I was literally singing to myself on my way home, after the killing. The tension, the desire to kill a woman had built up in such explosive proportions that when I finally pulled the trigger, all the hatred, had just vanished, dissipated, but only for a short time."-David Berkowitz

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