My time working at Guàiwù corp

James Harper

The sadistic and disgusting things James Harper has done makes me not want to even classify him as a human. He is a cold brute who only sees joy in the misfortune he gives to others. Until I was transferred he took joy in making my life a misery. When bringing him his meals in the day he'd try to bite staff, he'd cause riots amongst all the the other human prisoners and he especially liked telling me about all the things he's done in his life. Of course I already knew, I had his file since day one, but even the file didn't go into such gory details as he did. We kept James in his cell at all times that was possible. Two people had to routinely check his cell. He was that dangerous.
I was naive when first meeting him. He didn't look like a killer. He was tall,  around 6'4. Despite the large stitched up gash on his forehead, he was handsome. His jaw line was sharp and he looked almost like a statue. He was pale, his skin colour even seeming like a sickly grey, his eyes were a dark, nearly black,and seemed blank,  like a dolls eyes. Yet he had the biggest smile. It wasn't a creepy or threatening smile. It was like he was enjoying watching me react to him. His hair didn't match the perfect statue though. It was ginger and was kept in a messy man bun,  though after the struggle with the guards it was hanging loosely.  He seemed strong which was no surprise with the crimes he committed.
The first thing I asked him was 'why'.  It was the only thing I could manage. It scared me that someone so disgusting could look so normal.
I'll never forget what he said. With a cool, blank voice and face he said "why not?". He had no remorse. No guilt in his voice. That scared me more. The next thing I asked I regretted because it gave him the spotlight.  He craved it.
"what did you do to your family?"
His smile grew and he spoke simply."Their bodies lay like ghoulish mannequins with their eyes locked on mine with what was once desperation; now lifelessness. Faces bruised with salty tears dampening the purple flesh, throats slit, spraying a fountain of still warm, sticky blood pooling dangerously around the corpses in a metallic crimson river. The stench of the freshly slaughtered pigs rose up to my nostrils in a way that was completly inescapable. They were once human. But that only made the sight before me more sickening, but in death, they were nothing but piggish entrails rotting and decaying on the stockyard. 

Vultures screamed from outside the windows, scratching roughly against the glass in a futile attempt to get into the room where death itself took place. They were practically begging and fighting amongst themselves to feast on the gory gourmet meals propped up like deadly dolls against the wall in a neat, deliberate row amongst the patchy grey paint job on the walls. The vultures couldn't access the platter of mangled victims however, as the maggots freshly hatched from their larvé had found them first, digging deeply into the confetti of human remains like starving wolves. The relentless screeching of the carnivorous predators loitering outside the window did nothing to prevent the most horrifying sound from clawing up the ladder of my spine to my ears. Laughter .Childish giggles of satisfaction and malicious intentions that could only have been created by a Brutish creature. A beastly assilant. An anamalistic madman."
He was crazy. Trying to say it was some entity.  He knew that the Corp had other wordly beings, he wanted to take advantage of that. But even so, he described his crime like a monologue.  He acted like he was the star of a show, he craved this attention. 
Shortly after this I asked to transfer him to some other poor person. With each session he'd become less human and gave even more sickening details. His appearance even changed. He becane skinnier as if he was starving himself and he had many self inflicted wounds from trying to claw his way out of his binds. Being locked away in a dark solitary cell was only worsening his sanity. The day I decided I wanted nothing more to do with him he tried to rip his scalp from his head.
We still don't know why he wanted to kill them. Looking back the family seemed perfect, he had two loving parents and a younger sister. So it always puzzled Me to why he would want to hurt them. James committed his crime on 11/12/1998. He willingly gave himself up to the police. He even called them. I've heard rumours that when they arrived he took a bow as if the show was over,but then again James has never denied or admitted this. The higher ups didn't want the public hearing about the event so he was brought to us and ever since he has been kept here. He talks about himself alot in the third person, as if he is still monologuing and his performance is still not done. It freaks me out thinking about it. He won't get out. He is to be executed by lethal injection on 4/6/2020 yet some of my associates joke he will try to escape. If he does I know I'll be first on his list to visit.