It had been weeks since I killed, I was growing listless working a regular job again hating this cocksucker Tyler Byrd who was too damn happy for my tastes. I was thinking of killing him a few times but, it didn’t seem logical due to he and his wife knew my face, not where I lived or my actually name. I did keep the idea possible due to I figured I could rob his ass after the kill and have enough money to lay low for a while.

I didn’t even bother with Star labor, which called me one morning and told me that my work privileges were suspended for two months, because of that fucking asshole box manager Snider reported me for kicking his ass. He didn’t press charges because they need the steady stream of wetbacks that the labor force sends their way, of course I couldn’t work there anymore which was fine.

I was making decent money with this fuckhead Tyler, I had squirreled away a few hundred dollars and the most ridiculous part was he would drop me off by his wife’s office every Wednesday after lunch to have counseling with his wife. It was her idea and she had the dumbass committed into helping me, he felt sorry for me as if I needed a gay male influence to achieve some sort of satisfaction in life. I would go into her office, her long legs and firm ass wearing those glasses, she was a hot piece of ass as I grinded her every Wednesday upon her desk, I broke her in on the backdoor and she was such a perverted tramp.

She would listen to those middle age twats and insecure sissy men discuss their sexual urges and old fuck stories that got her juices flowing on me to reenact them upon her each week. She began today licking my cock like an ice cream, admiring it because it was obvious that Tyler didn’t carry the gutwrench that I did. I would make her near gag on it forcing her head on it, her nipples hard underneath her shirt as I stood her back up and peeled off those panties, folded back that skirt and ate her out, something else Tyler couldn’t seem to accomplish in that allotted bedtime appointment she gave him every two or three weeks.

She was so spoiled that she even begun giving me money, she would buy me some shirts and cigarettes as if I was a fucking pet. She would lay her head in my lap and tell me her fantasies and shit as if I was a fucking shrink, the bitch even started crying today which I can’t deal with. I stuck one of her couch pillows in her mouth and stuck my tongue in her ass as she moaned like whore, fuck that pouting shit, that pouting shit doesn’t cut it with me.

She would take me home afterwards and smile at me like we were in high school, it was retarded, and she would make out with me at the corner where Tyler’s dumbass picked me up everyday. She would ask me if I had a car, how my marriage was going as she rubbed my cock like a cheerleading tease, if her pussy wasn’t so brand new still I would cut her throat now.

I exit with my carton of Winston’s she bought me, one lit in my mouth as I walked up to the apartment, that dickhead cop Clancy waving at me with his new cooze girlfriend Chastity, who is nothing but a roadwhore looking to sink her fangs into a dumbshit like him so he can take care of her. I should know this due to I’m stuck with Tammy, who is a six foot tall version of shaven slit and fucking worthless, absorbing my abuse daily just to keep from getting a damn job.

The paper would still mention in small print the serial killer, no clues yet as police search for the culprit. The culprit puts out his fucking cigarette in Tammy’s flowerpot and opens the door to another episode of this boring life starring Tammy’s sorry ass. “Oh Nick this has been such a great summer”; she is such a damn optimist.

I have been miserable rolling her over in the middle of the night and fucking her brains out, that sadist shrink in my head as I got Tammy’s calves firmly in my hands in the dark night, I’m burying my cock inside her hating the entire world. I hate myself, Tammy, that fucking cop and his bullshit plans on breaking the serial killer case, I hate my job, I hate the fucking new shirts I have in my closet and I hate taking the damn bus.

It’s three in the morning as I sit in my chair watching some disgusting movie with Robin Williams in it, who if he was here I would bury and axe in his head, that hairy cocksucker. I look in the phone book for something open 24 hours to eat, I be damned if I eat any of Tammy’s shitty leftovers. I find that fucking box plant in there and decide to look up that asshole Snider and sure enough he is in the phone book.

I put my clothes on and take the late bus out to his yuppie cocksucker subdivision and walk the night streets. I sit and observe as it is near five in the morning, his stupid flat top haircut going in one room and then the other, his wife comes in and makes his sorry ass breakfast. She is a horrible looking pig who is pregnant and loving on him as if he was a rock star. They are kissing at the front step as I sneak towards the backdoor that he left unlocked when dumping his trash that morning. I enter as he tells her he loves her and hide in the bedroom which stinks of their scent.

I look out the window as he pulls away in his minivan, I fucking hate minivans as I open the bi-fold closet doors and squat inside. The wife has reentered and took off her robe, she is naked and as she opens the bi-fold closet to hang the robe up, I punch her in the face and knock her on her ass. I punch her again and it knocks her lame. She hasn’t a clue in this world of what is happening as she is disoriented, I grab one of his stinking socks from the hamper inside the closet and cram it in her mouth as I pull out the duct tape from my bag and apply it around her entire head leaving only her nose exposed.

Her head looks like a fucking cocoon as she is nearly unconscious from my earlier punches. I knock the shit out her again as she goes limp and tape her arms to the headboard posts. She is lying on her back as I begin to munch on her pussy, I pull out my erect cock and I bury it deep inside her hairy snatch. She is alert and knows she is being raped; her cocooned head is moving as she can barely make a sound on that stinky sock. She is trying to move her arms as I tell her to quit squirming or I’m going to bash in her fucking head. I have her legs bent back nearly to her ears and I am pounding her fast and brutal.

She just takes it rough as she just tries to pretend she is in a different world, I pound her dry hole until my cock is near blistered and I pull out and blow my load all over her awful looking tits. She just lies there as I faintly hear sounds underneath the mound of tape encircling her head. I open my little bag and tell my knife to go fuck itself. I pull out the ball ping hammer and with a swing bury the ball end in her skull, I continue to bash and bash as the top of her head is mush as she is a corpse.

The cum on her tits is cold as I lick it off, sucking her flabby tits wondering if sticking my dick in her cold twat is worth my time. I am hungry and go downstairs and fix me three sandwiches, I take a few Pepsi’s from Snider’s fridge and go through that bitches purse, she has fifteen dollars in it so I take it and leave out the back as dawn is making its way.

I am at the bus stop drinking that Pepsi and relishing the roast beef sandwich that has my stomach full, the doors open and I sit as far away from the few passengers on the bus as possible. I didn’t make a mess like before but still put on my favorite t-shirt before I left the Snider resident. I get back home that Saturday morning as Tammy is still asleep.

I passionately make love to her as she whispers in my ear that she loves me so, she even smells nice to me, tastes a little sweeter than hours before as I grudgefucked her into her prior slumber. She makes me pancakes when I wake up around noon, as I begin my laundry ritual after every kill.

I am Nick, the most feared man this city has ever known…