"AHHHHhhh! ahhhhhhhh...!", he screeched in his loudest tone into the dead of night. The fabric of his trousers soaked with blood " As his every limb was being torn apart.
The pungent odor of metal fused with blood stained the air all around me.
The moonlight engulfed the dark room with its beauty. Causing a silver hue to reflect off the tools laid down on the rusty old metal table.
The room was large and abandoned just another- "I almost thought my playtime was over." Safiiya thought out loud.
"Pit, plit, plit, plit...", his blood-stained trousers dripped the crimson liquid onto the floor creating a pool of blood underneath his trembling body.
Despite how pitiful and petrified the doctor looked I still couldn't bring myself to feel remorse for the monster.
The feeling I derived from purely glimpsing at my work was exhilarating and empowering and I wanted to experience this feeling every day until I died.
Gazing at the body with legs almost out of their socket and the skin torn and bleeding incessantly the owner looked so defenseless and powerless. It made her angry that such a weak man had taken away her joy just two years ago when he aborted her baby.
She remembered crying and begging him not to but her parents had signed the papers and with her being underage at the time her opinion was futile to results.
Safiiya let her memories from the past be replaced with her vigor and plans of revenge for every single person who made her suffer and after she was done with them, she would slowly erase any and everyone who supported abortion and made it possible.
The doctors' barely audible whimpering brought her out of her thought and Safiiya decided the break was over and now she wanted to hear someone scream.
"I hope you're ready, Not." I let my most heinous laughter break free to show my lack of sanity to my victim but I think he already knew I wasn't in my right mind. The shrieking laughter tore through the deathly silence and made even me shiver.
"I hope you're not ready because I really want to make you hurt."
The pained whimpers grew louder at my confession which earned my victim a smile.
Judging by his breathing pattern or lack of one therefore he would more than likely die in an hour if not from the torture from the blood loss.
Ticking my teeth I added, "You are much too cruel to be let off this easy so I must make the most of your last hour with me."
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Insanity Killer
Mystery / ThrillerAbortion is the killing of an innocent life without it's consent. Murder is basically the same thing. So...why is it okay to abort a child whilst murderers are placed in prison. The protagonist in this story is a serial murderer going after everyone...
