the mind of a serial killer

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He pulls her into the back of his car as he muffles her screams with a a cloroform covered cloth she slowly drifts out of consciousness in the back of his car

she wakes up to a mysterious  dripping noise and sees a man sitting in a chair she screams help but nothing will help her the man stands and says "finally you've come to" she asks "who the hell are you" now now he replies don't you go asking questions

He slowly pulls out a crude homemade knife she starts to weep and say "please don't do this" the cold graze of his knife touched her arm as he pressed against it she lets out a painstaking scream as blood drips from her wrist she's in tears now he asks her name she replies with a slow but deathly sounding "Nah-Natalie" he slowly carves slut into her thigh. . .

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