30 April 2012
They think I'm insane! Believing that the prince of darkness is real.
They don't think I'm a criminal; they think I'm insane.
And that's why I'm here. In this square room; with a bed and a place to excrete.
I'm not aloud to be around people.
I'm craving the taste of someone's blood.
With no sharp implements I can't even draw my own blood.
I'm fed pills everyday. I'm not mad. I don't need medication. I need thrill and excitement.
Devouring on someone is just how I get that.
3rd victim;
I have a dog. A bull dog. A bitch called Caddie.
I was walking her in the local park. As i do everyday, and everyday I pass a teenager. This was my next victim.
It was a Saturday. I sat next to him on the bench.
He looked like he had been crying. I asked him what was wrong.
The poor boy was bullied, because Of his sexuality.
I told him I was gay to. And we hit it off. I was 23 at the time. I told him I was 18.
We went back to his. His parents were dead. He was 17 and lived with a room mate.
Lovely lad. I adored him I really did. Which made the kill all the more pleasurable.
I told him that I thought he was cute.
Made him feel special.
We had a few drinks and I went home.
I wanted to make a connection with him first. I really got to know him.
We hung out a lot.
Eventually I told him that I loved him and he believed me; I was in. I had his trust.
We had never had sex. This was the time.
He asked me if we should watch a film; a pornographic film.
He started with me.
We kissed. Intense kisses first. I could tell he was holding back.
We kissed for a long time.
The film was running in the background.
I was turned on by the idea of seductively killing him.
I was bored.
I left the room; said I was getting some water.
I got a rope and made a tied a noose around his neck.
As you might think he automatically started to panic.
God! I was so aroused.
I pulled the noose tight and I could see the veins in his neck becoming full with blood.
I watched my helpless victim
screaming in laborious pain as I
carve out his appendix with a razor
blade.
I rubbed his skin with sandpaper and poured over lemon juice.
He screamed in pain.
Lastly once I'd had my fun! I ripped out his windpipe with rusted pliers.
I left him for dead.
My third sacrifice was complete.
He was proud and wanted me to do more!
I needed a new thrill. A new pleasure. Something no-one would ever imagine to be possible.
I need to think; what would the devil do. How would he want me to act upon my desires?
The Devils Apprentice; Part 4 • Opuss № I