Diaries of a Serial Killer
<UJuly 7, 2004 4:18pm[/u][I]
I dragged his squirming body into the abandoned building that lined the alley way. I knew the door hinges had been broken off and made my entrance. The building was a large and vacant church. I stood over him as he pleaded for help. But the walls were silent it was only me and him. He would soon pay for making others pay for his addictive drug.
I took him over and tied him to a post that lined the inside of the church. He yeleed, kicked, and screamed for help that was not coming. I went to his car and found several syringes in his car that had been filled with poisonous drugs from the shipment that had just come in. I walked back into the church with five of the needle loaded syringes.
I stood over him as he knelt tied to the oakwood beam. He struggled and claimed the drugs weren't his but his pleads and lies would not help. With one strong hack I stabbed 2 of the syringes deep into both his eyes and squeezed it's venom injecting the poison in it's new found home.
He screamed ever so loudly. I was thankful for the brick walls that kept his scream silent to the outside world. His head finally fell limp from pain. I ended the suffering once more stabbing him in the throat with the syringe so he could not breath. His body laid twitching on the floor. The overdose of drugs would soon finish him completely.
I walked back to my patrol car and left unseen. One of the days of the week a lifeless body would be found with a note pinned to the heart by a needle loaded syringe labled "Drugs Kill" This was to let them know #9 had been taken.
I dragged his squirming body into the abandoned building that lined the alley way. I knew the door hinges had been broken off and made my entrance. The building was a large and vacant church. I stood over him as he pleaded for help. But the walls were silent it was only me and him. He would soon pay for making others pay for his addictive drug.
I took him over and tied him to a post that lined the inside of the church. He yeleed, kicked, and screamed for help that was not coming. I went to his car and found several syringes in his car that had been filled with poisonous drugs from the shipment that had just come in. I walked back into the church with five of the needle loaded syringes.
I stood over him as he knelt tied to the oakwood beam. He struggled and claimed the drugs weren't his but his pleads and lies would not help. With one strong hack I stabbed 2 of the syringes deep into both his eyes and squeezed it's venom injecting the poison in it's new found home.
He screamed ever so loudly. I was thankful for the brick walls that kept his scream silent to the outside world. His head finally fell limp from pain. I ended the suffering once more stabbing him in the throat with the syringe so he could not breath. His body laid twitching on the floor. The overdose of drugs would soon finish him completely.
I walked back to my patrol car and left unseen. One of the days of the week a lifeless body would be found with a note pinned to the heart by a needle loaded syringe labled "Drugs Kill" This was to let them know #9 had been taken.