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117 pages, ebook
First published September 22, 2014






Some of my classmates and colleagues chose drugs as their escape from the mundane. I chose death. It’s easier on the body and doesn’t show up on tox screens. It’s not like “Hey, I slit a woman’s throat last night” will be picked up in a cup of urine.
I couldn’t imagine pulling this kind of shit off without the money I had backing it. Maybe I should’ve started a charity assisting broke ass killers, helped a few out.

"I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. And why would I want to? I grant those I love the gift of eternal youth, beauty that will never fade or falter such as that of a withering flower. It’s my calling."


I believe I love my victims. Something about each and every one of them calls to me, draws me in and makes me fall in love.
I just happen to destroy the things that I love.
The tragedy of taking a life, coupled with the sensation of release, is intoxicating, over-whelming and addictive.
Some of my classmates and colleagues chose drugs as their escape from the mundane. I chose death. It's easier on the body and doesn't show up on tox screens.
Some women, especially the most beautiful ones, seek out tragedy. They want to end their lives before they age and fade into nothing.
They find me so they can remain immortalized, dead while still beautiful and meaningful.




I will have her, I just need to devise a plan and she will be mine. My beautiful girl. My pet. My love. Her life will be mine, not to take, but to break and rebuild until she only knows my name, she only breathes my air and she only wants to drink me in, savoring my taste like a fine wine.
Me…her protection. She…my salvation.
"I believe I love my victims. Something about each and every one of them calls to me, draws me in and makes me fall in love."![]()
"I don't know why I kill."
"I believe I love all my victims, I just happen to destroy the things I love."

