Dark Paradise (Camren)

Serial Killer (1)

POV Lauren Jauregui

Under the two passages that allowed me the perception of my field of vision through the mask, I stared at the living body that was chained to large and rusty iron chains.

Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson filled the room making my already thirst for blood increase significantly... Revenge blood. I spun the pointy object that I was holding, holding it with more strength. I led the object to the abdomen inside my field of vision, I spun it one more time and without further ado, I inserted the whole object on the organ, earning strong and painful groans, which were classical music to my ears.

* Some of them want to use you

Some of them wanna get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused *

Right after the beginning of the constant beat and the heavy sound of the guitar, I waited a few instants, finalizing I spun even more the object and took it from the inside right after. The blood flowed freely, making a path through the defined muscles.

There was blood in my hands and my heart was beating wildly. It was like every drop that was dripping between my fingers was making a bit of my pain disappear. I was breathless. I began unbuttoning my black and red plaid shirt to rub it in my hands. I needed to get rid of the dirty blood, this goddamn blood that was filling the environment. My satisfaction was so noticeable. I felt cold when I took off my shirt, I was only wearing a black lace lingerie underneath and the night was really cold. As soon as I cleaned myself from his filthy blood I felt relief seeing his parts scattered through the room, I smiled in satisfaction and everything was beginning to make sense to me, I was satiated and calm. I sat on the cold floor and observed all that scene in front of me, I was praising myself, I needed this moment, only me, after all no one knew and I couldn't share this with anyone, and in reality I don't know if I want to. I wanted all this praise for myself, all pride for myself, all excitement for myself, my underwear was soaked, still observing his mouth gushing blood while he gave his last breathes. He wanted to say something, maybe he wanted to ask for forgiveness, but I didn't allow mistakes, sorry, I hope he burns in limbo, I am for sure going to but I didn't worry about it because certainly wherever my mother was, she was praying for my soul, maybe her God will hear her, I truly don't care if he does or not, I was only worried in sending filthy souls to hell, I was born for this, I would live and die for this and nothing would make me think differently.

-Game over. - I whispered with pure excitement while I walked towards the sound and putting it in the highest volume. I took off my mask that was suffocating me. My favorite song was playing in the background, it was Sweet Dreams by Marilyn Manson, listening to the music flooding my ears, I felt my core pulsing, nothing turned me on more than watching my prey dying to the sound of a good music.

* I wanna use you

And abuse you

I wanna know what's inside *

This one was taking longer than expected. I got up and walked to the dark brown wooden table that was on the left side of the bed and I grabbed a pack of cigarettes that I always left there, I lit one up and swallowed as much as I could until my vision was blurry and my throat burning. I held in the smoke for a few seconds and I refused to sit on the bed, I needed to stay there, by his side, stroking his soft gray hair, I liked when they were writhing in pain for long minutes, it turned me on, I would compete with myself the moment when they would die.

* Movin' on, movin' on

Movin' on, movin' on

Movin' on, movin' on