THE KILLING GAME

Dear Diary,

 Today marks the 11- month anniversary of my perfect sport of systematically killing women which I began some months ago and have decided to reveal it to you and you alone. When I started this game of mine, I didn't intend to take it this far, but the uncontrollable joy I derive from it drives me to do more, and what I do, I can bet a million bucks, I’m damn good at it. 

After watching over a thousand documentaries of young, beautiful women, tied to trees and left to die, I decided this was indeed what I was born for and I love doing it soo much. Whatever gave me such morale and encouragement to continue this game must have been the sheer weakness of my first victim, the Reverend Sister from the salvation convent and my tactics and surgical like procedures was drawn from there. I remember clearly that 14th day of February, Valentine’s day, I decided to start up the day from the convent after holy mass as I was a catholic(I don’t know what I’m anymore!). Rev. Sr. Virginia was sitting next to me during the holy mass celebration, young and beautiful, a wasted convent specimen. We sang together during the mass, I'm very certain she was captivated by my sweet sounding voice, after the mass, I queried her about the real essence of Valentine which sparked up a long boring banter, this led us to a cheap restaurant where we talked into the evening. I was further fascinated by the prospects of crossing boundaries, I didn't hesitate to tell her and to my utter dismay, she accepted, we found ourselves in a romantic tangle at a cheap room in a nearby brothel, the sex wasn't really great but I wanted more pleasure, a different sort of pleasure. Sister fully naked and shameless, I went to the wardrobe and took out the ropes for hanging clothes, still Smiling, I bound her and she looked up expecting a new kind of fetish, the foolish smile on her face was encouraging, hence, I brought out the flick knife which I always kept with me knowing fully well that sooner or later I'd use it, well that night was the beginning of the regular red liquid which I fed my blade on. I noticed the utter shock in Sister Virginia’s eyes and face as she began to scream "mother Mary, help me.” Well, she and I knew it was too late, I had given her the pleasure of her life and it was my own turn to receive same. When I brought the knife to her face, asked her to pray for me and cut off alittle chunk of flesh from her neck, I knew this was my calling, a divine mandate to give me pleasure! Watching Sister scream was the tonic I needed, I let her scream for about five minutes, then I cut deeper into her skin, watching her body go lifeless and her tongue pup out in an ugly 'c' shape was the best pleasure I can remember from birth! Coupled with the fact that I walked out of the dungeon unscathed, without my 'godly' act being reported to the police, what more could I ask for!

Since then, I have devised a very logical and Sensible pattern, getting my victims to die according to the pattern of catholic feast days as I was a Roman Catholic and still love the sequential order of things there. If only they women did not see me as a harmless coffee server, if only they did not fall for my almond shaped eyes and calm face, if only they did see beyond the tall, slim body of mine, maybe I wouldn't have gone this far, but all my victims so far have been of the same character pattern, HIGHLY PREDICTABLE! longing for pleasure, without knowing that it is mere mutualism, a give and take; I give, I still take anyway! My next strike was the week of Easter, starting from Easter Sunday, I mapped out six victims, Emmanuelle, Anne, Susan, Thecla, Elizabeth and Raphaelite, all living within the state( I’m not dumb as to tell you my state haha!) and each went down till the last, Raphaelite on a Friday, all following the order of their names. They wanted me, I gave my nice d**k to them and took what is mine, their dumb life, it was indeed a busy and fun-filled week. 

Today is the 24th day of christmas, and I’m totally proud of myself for having done a great job and in same procedure. However, tonight being the eve of Christmas, I am going to have the greatest pleasure of my life, watching Annabel long for me and dying in an exquisite hotel wouldn't be bad, what is money if I can't use it for my sheer pleasure. As with other victims of mine, I’m going to call Annabel using the sweetest voice ever, she wouldn't resist the invitation, tonight I wouldn't be in a hurry, I'd give her the satisfaction of talking about herself and I'd listen, listen very attentively because the last victim for the year is Sarah, scheduled to be killed tomorrow by yours graciously. When she arrives, we'd have a treat of pizza and barbeque before proceeding to my room, or rather my surgical theatre, because I wouldn't just tie her to a bed like my usual victims. This time around, because I’m awaiting the birth of Christ, it’s going to be different and special; I'd use a syringe and a cutlass in killing her. I wouldn’t even bother about sleeping with her because it won’t be necessary. I will make my intentions straight to her; calmly enjoy the pleasure from fear written all over her face. Then allow her enjoy her last mortal moments by letting her have the pleasure of running round the room in a bid to escape, after about thirty minutes, she’ll get exhausted, start sobbing and beg me to spare her life. I'll ignore her then, knowing fully well the room is locked, I'll have a peaceful bathe, put on my pyjamas and go for the syringes, the rest is history…I’m caught up in a fantasy right now.