Charm Could Kill You
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Thread Topic: Charm Could Kill You
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In only a few blows, she was dead. It was then that I did...things to her corpse, before disgarding it. Sick? Yes. I admit it.
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Hey, like most killers, not EVERYTHING went according to plan. A few got a away...Oi vay.
On a rainy November evening...
I approached a young woman, about 18-years-old or so. I kept a straight face, she'd never believe my story if I was smirking at her like a weirdo.
'Ma'am,' I began. She spun around to face me. I revealed a fake police badge to her. 'My name is Officer Roseland, I'm from the Murray Police Departmant. I believe someone may have tried to break into your car, Ms...'
'Carol.' she replied, smiling. 'Carol DaRonch.' -
I grinned in satisfaction. Not only was this girl's appearance dazzling, but her name was cute, too. She seemed like just a pretty face. I thought she wouldn't stand a chance. Boy, was I wrong!
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So, I lead young Carol out to my car. She didn't seem all that suspicious when she noticed that it wasn't a policecar. Must've thought I was undercover or something.
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It's amazing how I could fool people like that. I opened the door for her -very gentlemanly, isn't it?- and she clambered in. I followed after, getting in the driver's seat.
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After a few miles or so, realization kicked in. Her eyes lit up and her mouth formed an "O" of confusion.
'Uh, Officer...you're going the wrong way.' she informed me, anxiously. Aw, s---.I thought, rolling my eyes. I pulled over and whipped out a pair of handcuffs, which I kept behind the seat. -
'What the fhawk are you doing?!' Carol shrieked, writhing around furiously. I snatched her wrist and attempted to fasten a cuff onto her.
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God, did she struggle! It almost turned me on. Only problem was she wouldn't stop hitting me. In the end, I pulled out a gun (I always carry one) and pressed it against her head.
'DON'T MOVE, OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!' I yelled. That shut her up. -
'Now, I mean it, b----. Shut the fhawk up, and if you even TRY to call for help, I'll shoot you. Now...are you gonna be a good little girl?'
'Yes.' she sobbed, nodding. 'Yes, yes, I will.' -
That's when I made a stupid mistake; I took the gun away. In an instant, her fist collided with my cheek. An explosion of pain surged through the assaulted area. 'YOU b----!!!'
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She opened the door to my car and darted out, I followed suit, chasing after the little b----. I snatched her wrist and pulled her towards me. 'Gotcha now, ya little b----!' I cackled, my eyes lighting up with murderous anticipation.
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She screamed. I kept my eyes locked with hers. Another mistake. I suddenly felt all the air get knocked right out of my lungs and agony surged throughout my crotch. My balls! I shouted in my mind. The little slut kicked me in the fhawkin' balls! All I could manage was a shout of pain. Plummeting to my knees, I released Carol. She flagged down a car. Saved herself. The little b----. Why, if I never saw her again, it'd be too soon!
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Now, of course, most serial killers get caught. Oy. Yes, I suppose you'll be wondering about that. Believe it or not, I was caught TWICE. Agh, could it GET anymore demeaning?!
August, 1975
I was driving around, you know, looking for kicks. All the nessecities in the trunk and the back seat. Everything was going smoothly, as usual. I just didn't know it was all going to take a turn for the worst. -
It all seemed so normal. So perfectly in order. Until I heard the police sirens from behind me. Oh,s---! I thought, horrified.
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I switched off my headlights and speeded away from the cops. Apparently that aroused suspicion. I ran all the stop-signs and lights. Once again, arousing suspicion. I wasn't doing so hot, was I?
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