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Mind of a Serial Killer VIII

Twilight has come casting a beautiful flicker upon my silver knife who has taste the women who gave a price and in the end their life Some were quick because I tend to bore and some took days upon my board as my mind remembers and bask back in time of the wonderful gore The steps I climb to your lonely room while the candles give off the scent of honey dew 'My Sweet Devine' it is now time as the clock sings it's suspenseful chime Your door I open and with grace I stride to your bedside to look upon my bride 'Oh my Sweet Devine' I love the fear as you cringe and try to hid With a quick cut I make upon your thigh thou not to deep just enough to make you weep only you don't make a peep just gasp from your breath giving a long sigh I can tell you wish to defy I wish to hear you speak and cry out for my pride but you glance upon my face with a look of disgrace and in a soft whisper you state, 'My Sweet Devine will you be mine you ask? The answer is no but untie my hands and I will make you mine for I to have a great show and plenty of time. Do you feel me? Do you want more? Hint: Who is the real serial killer? T Reams copyright 2015

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Date: 7/31/2015 10:58:00 AM
that's a chilling story....I do like some things gory....and your tale was dastardly great....the real serial killer is only known by fate....
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Date: 7/31/2015 7:08:00 PM
Thank you Eric for the great comment! You might want to check it out from the start. This is an on going story. I hope to be done by about page 20 or so. Again thank you.