Charm Could Kill You
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Thread Topic: Charm Could Kill You
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I remember everything. I remember staring at her as she slept. Yet, I can barely remember her fhawkin' name. Lynda Ann something...Hmmm...Healy! Healy, that was it. God, she was so...sensual. Much like myself. I wanted her so frickin' much. So much, I'd carry out ANY horrible deed to get to her. I'd do ANYTHING.
Her eyelids flickered open briefly. She glanced around the room. Did she see me? ...Yes.
'Who the Hell are you?!' she choked out. I stormed over and clamped a hand over her mouth.
'Shut up!' I snarled. 'Co-operate and everything's gonna be fine, otherwise I'm gonna kill you.' -
She tried to scream,but I wrapped my free hand tightly around her throat. 'I mean it, b----. Make any sudden moves, I'll snap your neck in two measly seconds!' I snarled. That shut her up. 'Believe me now?' Lynda nodded slowly, her eyes wide in terror. 'Good. Now, you realize that I just...broke in, right?' With that, I took my hand away from her throat and slammed it into the side of her face.
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:o *takes seat to watch with popcorn*
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*joins Ana*
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I continued assaulting her, until my hands were covered in blood. She finally slumped into bed, unconcious. I chuckled. 'Why the Hell would you wanna believe me?!'
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o3o
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I fumbled through her closet, picking out a nice outfit for her. Blue jeans, a white blouse and a pair of boots. I placed the clothes on the floor, then tossed the bedcover off of her. I slowly removed her nightdress, enjoying each moment.
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I smirked as I looked her up and down. I'll admit, I even copped a feel a few times. I know I'm sick, stop judging me.
I finally got her dressed. Then, I lifted her up, bridal-style and carried her away. She was never seen again, after that. Not by anybody else, anyway... -
That's not nice, Bundy-goat. :P
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(He knows it isn't. :/ Oh, Ted, what are we gonna do with you?)
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Now, you're all probably wondering who I am. My name's Theodore Bundy, but everyone calls me Ted. Eh, you could say I'm just a regular guy, except for one thing; I'm a serial killer. -
That's right. Heh, that's how I earned my place as one of the USA's most infamous killers. I'm one of the biggest, the baddest and by far the best...well, I think I am. Heh...
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Well, anyway, I'm ramblin' here. I'd better get on with my story. Sorry.
Lynda Ann Healy was the first to perish at my hands. However, many more fell after her...
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It was just a day like any other. There I was, sitting in my car, watching the world pass me by. Watching. Waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment. -
'Screw this.' I growled, under my breath. That night, I was having absolutely NO LUCK. Seriously. I decided to put my car into gear and move out. I did exactly that.
As I drove, I scanned the sidewalk, searching for pretty girls. Ones who were bound to satisfy my need. -
'God damnit, Ted, get your act together!' I scolded myself. I couldn't figure out why I was so angry that day. Probably because that's how I normally act when I go too long without murdering someone.
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'Honestly, if you're gonna keep this up---' I didn't have time to finish my sentence. I saw a building with a lighted sign in the distance. 'Hello!' I chuckled, triumphantly. Without another word, I drove towards the building, my heart filled to the brim with anticipation.
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