I think summer vacation has officially begun. Jason is
working extra hours to save up for school, James is working overtime to gain
favours for his promotion; and I’m stuck in the ordinary routine: work and
kill, work and kill.
We have officially entered monotony.
Not that I mind. This is what I wanted; no responsibilities.
Just spending my days doing what pays the bills, and my nights doing what I
love. And spending time with my husband when he’s not dead tired. We’ve settled
into a routine that leaves plenty of room for exploration. I have tons of free
time to experiment and have fun. Like I said I would.
I finally found a way to kill someone with a sewing needle. A
little underwhelming to watch but so cool for my inner nerd.
The obvious answer would be to stab the carotid artery and watch
them bleed out. But stabbings are so boring. This is the opportunity to get
creative. After a little bit of research, I found a thin man, took him around
the corner and punctured his lung, causing a collapsed lung that eventually led
to his death a few minutes later. The challenging part was to get such a short
needle to pierce a lung with enough force to detach itself from the chest wall.
It was kind of a long shot but I pressed it with the heel of my hand and pushed
with enough force to send it through. Like I said: long shot. But it paid off,
it really did.
It wasn’t much to look at, the man gasped and suddenly
struggled to breathe. Eventually he passed out and died from lack of oxygen. As
simple as that. But knowing what was going on inside made it satisfying. I
loved it.
My other really interesting kill was actually last night. I
used a drill to push right through a woman’s skull. Not terribly original but
fun to watch. I doubt you’ve ever seen someone lobotomized while conscious and
then watched them bleed out in about half an hour but it’s a sight to see. She
didn’t feel any pain. She didn’t even notice she was bleeding until it was all
over her face, and then she just wandered around the alley in a dumbfounded
state until she collapsed in a trail of her own blood. I watched, laughing to
myself. She had no idea what was going on around her. She was like an animal,
incomprehensive in the face of danger. How could I not laugh?
Afterwards, I came home to an empty house and it suddenly
hit me. I’m starting to get lonely. The boredom and the desire to kill are just
my way of coping. I need a new project. Like Daniel but with less drama. My own
project. One I can control.
I think I might have an idea but I’ll hold off on saying
anything else until I try it out this Friday. I’ll let you know if it’s a
viable option.
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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