I have this fantasy almost everyday:
I pull up next to a male h***** and ask him to get in the car, I’m nervous, I ask him to drink this water making up some s*** about how s** is better when we’re hydrated. He passes out from the sedative in the drink. I take him to the forest, its autumn, we are in a low area with hills and trees surrounding us, there are orange and yellow leaves on the ground, in the middle of the downward slope is a stainless steel table with about 10 to 13 straps to hold him down, it’s the middle of the day, and we are surrounded by 12 trees or so on top of the hills. I put on my mask, my hat, and gloves then I strap him to the table. He wakes up strapped to the table. I’m wearing my mask, I’m staring at him. I start to play the music and he remains shocked, he is resistant. I gag him as he asks who I am, and I answer him, I say I am the angel of death, and the end of your life will be the beginning of mine. He looks scared now because he realises that it’s not a dream. I pull down his pants and take out my scissors. He looks terrified, and I cut off the head of his p****. He tries to scream but fails, he passes out from pain but I wake him up, saying we’re not done yet. I tend to his wounds now that he is an amputee. I have to respect him, he is my first kill after all. I start bruising him by punching him, like I said I don’t like blood. The first incision was necessary to my goal. He starts coming to the fact that he will die here, but I don’t want that just yet. I give him a chance, a lie that I will let him go. I tell him that if he answers my question correctly he will be set free, I am lying of course. I ask him if I am god. He says that I am, he is wrong. I gag him and scorn him shamefully, almost as if I have to kill him now. I was going to anyway but he didn’t know that. I gave him hope, and then took it away that might have been the first time I was truly happy. I am then done with him, I strangle him to death. It takes longer than expected. He is dead now, I write a note in my notebook and tear out the page. It is a note to the police explaining what I did and who I am. Stating this:
Welcome to the show my feeble playmates, you got here a little late didn’t you. I did this and I will continue to. This is the start of a great journey you and I will be on, and I look forward to every second of it. You can try and dust for fingerprints but you won’t find any, it may be my first kill but I’m not an ametuer. This certainly won’t be my last I assure you. Well I shouldn’t hold you too long, I mean after all you have a serial killer on the loose. -Death