I'm not a hateful person.
I've always been pretty slow to anger, and I'm definitely not violent, but at this moment, I'm standing here, blood stained knife in my hand, and standing over what I assume to be my fifth body tonight. Their death was quick, painless, and they didn't struggle too much, probably because I was so quick in the procedure.
No, I'm not angry, or hateful, or even slightly crazy.
I just love to kill.
I love the sight of blood, the smell of the freshly opened body, the sheer thrill of thrusting my blade into their pure flesh.
It's better than anything I've ever felt before, truly, it is.
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