A Psycho Path's Prey

My prey lays on the table somewhat consciously. He is slowly reviving from my injection that put him to sleep. He is secured to the table with duct tape tightly. I'll remove the gag from his mouth when he awakens fully. His muffled screams begin inevitably. It's time to greet my very soon to be very deceased. Brandishing my blade in front of the face of he I say to him calmly but very assertively, "I'm going to remove your gag, but I'll cut your tongue out if you scream. Nod if you understand me and agree." After nodding at me shaken understandably, I removed the gag, he then began to speak. "What's going on? Who Are you?" he said to me. I replied, "It would appear that I am your final destiny." He looked at me shaken and asked, "What do you mean?" "I mean that I'm about to kill you," I said to him nonchalantly. I held up a photo of a young lady. "She's now dead because of you," I said to he. I held up another photograph for him to see. "You killed this man too apparently on a drunk hit and run accident spree." "I didn't kill them," he pleaded, "It wasn't me." I held up another photo and simply stated, "Oh really?" "You killed this little girl on the day of her birthday party. Never another birthday will she or her grieving family ever again see." I held up more photos for him to see. Some were children, some were young, some were elderly. "..but it wasn't me, I swear," he cried pleadingly. "It wasn't me," he cried, "It was the booze. It completely takes over me." "Now there's a situation," I said to he, "that I'm not completely unsympathetic to actually. You see, I can't help myself either," I said to him. "I have no control over my desire to kill human beings." "I promise I'll never drink again," he then said to me, "I'm so sorry for all I've done. Please, please believe me." "You've done this way too many times to be truly sorry. You would just kill again if I set you free and so very soon you will be wrapped in garbage bags neatly and dropped to the bottom of my little corner of the world under the sea where you will never be lonely. You will share very similar company with others much like you who have had this moment with me. Neither you or I are in full control of our destiny, but it would appear that I hold the upper hand presently," and as I plunged my blade through his heart I was immediately released from my dark passenger's embrace that allows me no peace. I don't know why I am the way that I am. All I want more than anything is to be a normal and good man, so as long as my dark passenger continues to haunt me, killing other human beings will be the way I always will be, so I'll channel my darkness where it will be most in need. I'll take out the garbage and dump it at the bottom of the sea. * I like to write dark occasionally, so don't be turning me in to any law enforcement agency. I've just been viewing my collection of DEXTER DVDs which has motivated me to write dark lately.