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pleading for mercy. I knew she was in agony, and I relished it. I stood there
for a few moments, admiring my work. She was suffering like her victims had

suffered.

A smile creeping around my lips, I was ecstatic, it was almost over. I watched
happily as her eyes felt lifeless. I watched hungrily as her body slowly fell to-

ward death. I watched calmly as the colour drained from her skin. I watched
silently through the night and into the next morning as the final few drops of

blood escaped her body.

Her mother came home and screamed in horror. Knife still in hand, I only
stopped watching when the police came to arrest me.

Dragging me out of the house!

The smell of decay in my nostrils.

All I wanted to do was watch.

And now I am here, giving my confession. Although I don’t need to, it’s pretty

obvious I killed her. Whatever my sentence, I don’t care. I did my job, I did
what I had to do.

THE END