Genre: Crime, Romance
!! Not true For story purposes
TW: VIOLENCE, GORE, CANNIBALISM
PLEASE don't read if you can't handle violence. I don't want to be responsible for anything. If you have trauma regarding violence, cannibalism, or gore, I suggest you skip and go on with your day.
I knew from the start that I am a bad person.
They percieved me as a jolly, happy person. But they never knew my darkest thoughts.
I'd like to think about killing a person. Gouging their eyes, cutting their fingers, drinking their blood, removing their nails and putting it my collection (which I haven't acquired yet), and the best one? Put their organs in a blender while they're still connected to the body.
Oh the delight.
But of course I kept quiet about it.
I never wanted to ruin my reputation.
One day, I met this one person who tries to be friends with me.
They looked so....... beautiful, like someone I could play with.
I played along with them. I spent time with them for months.
He told me that he lives alone and his parents don't contact them anymore.
This is perfect.
If I try to kill him, no one will be worried.
He always acted so weird with me.
He tried to hold my hands.
He wiped my lips whenever there is something there.
He often offered me my favorite foods.
There's something I felt that I've never felt before.
Is it thirst? Do I want to torture him? Is it anger? Why is my stomach feeling like it's shaking? Am I feeling sick?
I don't know...
It feels different.
Maybe it is a sign that I should lure him into my house and kill him.
I felt excited.
I called him and he fell for it.
I knocked him out with my bat. I dragged him to my basement.
He looked so cute while tied up.
He woke up now and he’s whimpering for help.
Oh this is turning me on.
I hit him with my bat multiple times.
He shouted in pain.
I also shouted in glee.
I stopped.
I got my knife and traced it across his face not pressing much.
He started to cry, pleading me not to do it.
I felt something.
Something in my chest.
It feels...... heavy.
I ignored the feeling as I cut open his arm.
Ah the screams! Music to my ear.
However, that heavy feeling is getting stronger and stronger.
I still ignored it and cut a part of his arm.
I wonder how it taste like?
I nibbled the meat.
Boy oh boy it tasted delicious!
I cut some more and ate them.
He wont stop screaming so I got annoyed and I stabbed him in the throat.
I stabbed him many times in the throat until he’s bleeding to death.
Oops. I killed him out of annoyance.
That heavy feeling is now very evident and I felt something wet on my hands coming from my face.
I touched my face and realized I am crying.
Why am I crying? This is what I wanted right? Then why am I crying?
I did what I wanted. Is this....... not what I wanted?
What was it that I want?
I could not think about anything.
But first, let me chop off the body to store them.
As I was chopping the body, I felt tears streaming down again.
Why is this happening again?
I found his heart. Lifeless.
This heart, whom I craved the most was now??. gone
Was that feeling of craving?.. Love?
Maybe I mistook it for cravings of violence.
I cried.
Maybe what I really want was to love him.
I tried my best to preserve the heart.
His heart.
The one I loved the most
Damn.. So this is the feeling of love not violence
I've never loved anyone before. I didn't recognize the feeling
Now I do regret killing him
I'm sorry I deserve to die
I realized that I just like the idea of killing people, not actually killing them
I'm a bad person. I deserve to die
After I finish writing this letter, I am probably with him.
Goodbye