Confession of a psycho murderer

Chapter one

I sat lazily on my chair, having fun watching the woman across me, fidgeting on her chair. She seems beautiful though. But what does she want from me? 

"You seems nervous." 

"Well, not really."-she answered.

 "What's your name?" 

Instead of answering, she looked at me with worried expressions on her face. Well, everyone did the same when talking to me. A person with a death sentence. 

"If I have to answer your question, I gotta need your name. Right."

 "Well, I guess you're right. Then, my name is ShiAnne Rodriguez."-she answered. 

I can sense the fear in her voice. This is interesting. That's when she put a picture on the glass. A picture of a girl? It's like Deja Vu, I've seen this girl before. 

"Did you remember about her? Olivia Walker."-she asked, her face is stern now. 

Oh, now I remembered. It's her, the beautiful college student with beautiful blonde hair. 

"I was confused and my memory was hazy at first, but yeah, I remembered her."

 "Can you elaborate more about her?"-sheasked again. 

"What is it that I need to elaborate about her. I'm sure the police have gotten the whole story already."

 I sighed. So she is here to ask me about this. 

"I need to hear it from your mouth.-she said, straightening her back, looking much more confident now. This is interesting. Well, let's cooperate for now. 

"What is that you wanna know?" 

"How did you kill her?"-she asked. 

She pastes more pictures on the glass. 

"Also this person."-she said, a bit of anger on her facial expressions.

 I hummed as I looked at the pictures before me. Someone finally interested in me. 

"Why should I tell you? You can ask the police about what happened."

"It's better to ask you for details."-she said, trying to hide her trembling hand. 

"Are you like a journalist or something?"

 "Yes,I am."-she answered. She looked at me with a brave look in her eyes. 

Oh yes, looked at me more like that. Her fierce look intrigued me. I feel part of me wanted to meet her again, not just today. Even the day after this.

 "Okay, I'll tell you everything. Just one condition."

 "What is it?"-she asked me.

 "Well, I will only tell you about two victims per week." 

"Which means you need to visit me again after today."

"Which is next week."

 "I can work with that."-she replied.

 "Good, we have a deal then." You choose a victim, then I'll start our little story telling." 

She gulped and choose a picture. The blonde girl she first pasted on the glass. THE Olivia Walker. 

"Since this is the first victim you kill, tell me how you kill her and why."-she reaffirmed her sentence.

 "Alright." 

***

Olivia Walker 

I was walking down the stairs to my basement. I can hear a muffled voice from afar. Oh... Its music to my ear. I approached her, eyes widen when she saw me standing in front of her. I brushed my finger on her face, making her squeaked with my touch. 

"You're quite beautiful." 

She tried to talk, but the cloth in her mouth preventing her from doing that.

 "What do you wanna say there baby? I can't really understand that." 

She glared me with an angry look. Such a divine expressions, please look at me more. I wonder what other expressions you hide from me. Show me more of you. I grinned and saw the drastic change in her face. 

"Show me more." 

I let out an evil laugh. She struggled to free her limbs that was tied on the bed post. 

"You look beautiful but I think you need... hmm... let me see... maybe a bit colour on you." 

"Wait for me okay?"

 I walked towards the metal closet and grabbed a leather roll bag. I walked back to her and moved the trolley closer to her. 

"This is my collection, wanna see?"

 She tried to talk, but muffled due to the clothes in her mouth. Her eyes widen with fear as I unrolled the leather roll bag, revealing shiny and sharp knives. Her eyes trembled as she switched her view between the knives and me. She winced when I brushed the spine on her cheek.

 "You feel it yet?" 

"There's more coming though."

 "Don't get excited yet." 

I watched the rope that holds her limbs in place tightening as I thrust the knife inside her bony shoulder. Blood started to gush from her shoulder, dripping to the metal bed and the floor. I stopped as I heard a click, the knife had reached the bed. 

"Do you like that?" 

I saw tears started dripping as she struggled even more. I slowly moved to the left side and grabbed another knife. 

"It's a bit unbalanced don't you think." 

I brushed my thumb along her shoulder and looked at her. Her muffled cry get louder as I shoved the knife's sharp point through her deltoid muscle. She tried to scream, but the cloth muffled it.

 "Wow, that looks great on you darling." 

I hold her left fingers dearly, caressing every part of it.

 "You have such beautiful fingers." 

She shut her eyes closed, her mouth trembling with the mixture of pain and fear. This is getting intense. I let her fingers go and grabbed the butcher knife from the leather bag. I pressed my hands on her fingers, preventing her to move.

 "Your fingers are so beautiful, I feel like keeping them in a jar." 

"Don't worry, I'll take a good care of them."

 I placed the knife just beside the knuckles and started slicing her fingers one by one,hearing her muffled scream getting louder and louder along with the movement of the knife. Starting from little finger up till the thumb. I lift one of them, admiring every inches of it.

"Look at your fingers baby, aren't they beautiful?"

 I walked towards the metal rack, grabbed a clear glass jar and carefully placed the fingers inside it. I put it on the trolley as I started slicing the right fingers. I added the fingers inside the jar earlier.

 "I'm gonna make you even more beautiful little babies."

 I observed her again, bloody and a crying mess. It makes her look so sexy in my eyes. 

"Now what should I do to you?"

 "I got your fingers." 

"Should I cut your toes too?"

 "Oh you wanna say something?" 

I removed the cloth from her mouth and threw it somewhere. I don't know where it landed though.

 "What the fuck do you want from me, you psycho."-she screamed. 

"I can't tell you that yet." 

"You need to wait till the ending to find out." 

I smirked at her as I grabbed another knife. 

"Let's do something with your beautiful thighs too." 

"Don't touch me!'-she screamed again. 

The scream didn't bother me as I observed her white, pale and beautiful thigh. 

"This needs more colour to it." 

I placed the knife, approximately 45 degrees on her thigh and started pulling my knife across it. Leaving a deep cut. I can hear her cursing loudly as her blood dripped. 

"Wow, this looks good." 

"I'll add more of it." I moved back to her right side and did the same with her 

right thigh, and both her arm. 

"Why are you doing this to me?"-she sobbed. 

I stared at her. 

"I'll tell you about that later baby." 

"Please be patient with me."

 I walked to the pantry, grabbed lemons and a salt shaker before walking back to her. I put all the things I bought on the trolley and smiled at her. I grabbed the salt shaker and sprinkled it all over the wounds. I laughed as I heard her melodic scream echoed inside the room. Such an angelic melody to my ears. I sliced the lemon in half and squeezed it all over her wounds earning an even louder scream than before. 

"Does it feel good, darling?" 

"That fucking hurt! You dumb bitch!"-she cursed as she screeches with pain. 

"You wanna know why I'm doing this to you right?" 

I smiled and started making small cuts all over her pale skin again. 

"This is what depressions feel like." "It's eating you from the inside slowly." 

I pulled the knives from her shoulder, letting more blood flow from her shoulders. 

"And this is what it feels to get bullied." 

"The pain."

 "It's slow but the impact is huge." 

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again."-she wailed, begging for mercy.-" I won't do it again." 

"Aww, look at you." 

"A beautiful crying mess, begging for my mercy."

 "Well, maybe I can give you chance...but..." 

But who am I to play god here?" 

With that, I sliced her neck. Not too deep but not too shallow either. Just right for the blood to flow slowly from her neck. 

"Repent all the things you've done as your life slipped from you slowly." 

I left her there, bleeding to death and started to preserve her fingers. 

***

*present 

"That's it."

 "Any questions?" 

She bit her lower lip as she looked at me with anger. 

"Why did you kill her?"-she asked.-" To be precise, why did you torture her?" 

"Why?"

 "Why did I torture her?" 

I chuckled with her question. 

"She's faking her depressions and using them to bully the others." 

Her eyes widen as she looked at me. 

"Every time she got dragged to the counsellor for bullying, she always used the same fucking reason."

 "Depression."

 "And she got away with it."

 "Cause her family is rich." 

"I'm just punishing her for what she has done."

 I can see her gulping as she listens to reason.

 "Anyway, on to the next victims."-she removed the picture from the glass and replaced it with a new one.

This time, a tanned black-haired woman.

"Ah, this woman."

"She got a unique name."

"Violet something, I don't remember."

"Violla Garcia."-she said.

"Ah yeah, that one."

"And also a unique hair. I like her hair so I added them to my collection.

"Start explaining."-she demanded.

"Okay."

I smiled even more and gazed right into her eyes. I can sense fear even when she tried to gaze back at me.

Violla Garcia 

I hummed my favourite song as I stared at the woman on the bed. Waiting for her to pry open her eyes. I can't help to wonder what kind of expression will she show once she digested the current event. I scribbled on my sketchbook, drawing each part of her naked body.

"Mmhmm."-she let out her voice as she opened her eyes slowly 

Her eyes widened as she saw me.

"Good morning."

"You... didn't you...contacted me earlier about adopting some puppy?"-she asked,shaking with fear.

"Yeah, I did contact you earlier."

"How kind of you."

"You loved puppies and kittens."

"You took strays home."

I stood up and walked closer to her. 

"Well, I have something to show you."

 I proceeded to tape her mouth tightly. 

"Wait, I guess I changed my mind."

 I ripped the tape from her mouth harshly.

 "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"-she screamed. 

Even her scream sound angelic. 

"Why would you do that?"-she asked angrily. 

I smiled at her, caressing her cheek but she turned away. I pressed her cheeks. 

"What a rebellious princess you are." 

"You'll be punished for disobeying me."

 I took out my new favourite toy and showed it to her. 

"This looks fun, right?"

 I chuckled as she tried to escape. 

"Oh, before that I need you to wear something for me."

 I took out a blue dog collar. 

"Wanna wear this?"

 "No, why the fuck should I wear that?"-she spitted.

 "Hey hey now, good girl didn't curse." She whined as I struck her legs with my chain whip.

 "You're naughty baby girl." 

"Do you want me to punish you that bad? Another strike on her lower abdomen. 

"So I'm asking you one more time baby." 

"Be a good girl for me and wear this collar okay."

 "Yes."-she sobbed. 

"That's not how you answer me." 

"Call me master." 

"Yes, master."-she obeyed me. 

I wrapped the collar around her neck with a wide grin on my face.

"You looked so beautiful, baby." Now should we continue?"

 "Well, I have something special for you." 

"Just wait for me okay?" 

I went to the pantry and watched as the water that I put on the stove earlier started to boil. I turned off the stove and grabbed the mitten. I lift the pot and put it on the stove. 

"Almost forgot this." 

I smiled and grabbed the ladle and proceeded to push the trolley towards the girl. 

"Here's for you baby."

 I removed the lid, letting the steam escape all over the room.

 "I just cooked this for you."

 "I scoop the hot water and smiled at her. "I heard this is good for your body." 

"Let's try it shall we?" I poured the hot water on her fingers, earning a scream. 

"Why do you that? You evil bitch!"-she cursed.

 "Oh, seems like you're being rebellious." 

"I'll punish you." 

"But before you get those special treat. I noticed something about you."

I carresed her hair. It was dark, spiralled and soft. I wanna keep this to myself. I came closer and I sniffed her hair, taking all its essence inside my lungs. She screamed loudly when I ripped a tuft of hair from her head forcefully and putted it inside the bowl beside me. I continued ripping it until her scalp became bare to my eyes.

"Now let's continue."

I scooped the hot water and poured it all over her arm. She screamed, tears rolling down her eyes. She hasn't recovered from getting her hair ripped of bit by bit from her scalp. Now the hot water have already hugging her body warmly. Embracing her.

"Be a good girl and listen to me." 

She nodded her head, trembling like a leaf. So cute. I repeated it again and again, splashing her pale skin with hot steaming water, until it's red. 

"Your skin is beautiful baby." 

She bit her lower lip to suppress her scream.

 "Don't hold back your voice. I love it." 

I chuckled and watch as her eyes widen. "Does it hurt?"

 "Do you want more of it?" 

She slowly shake her head. 

"Oh, Okay." 

"I'll stop here." 

"Let's do other things instead." 

"See this." 

I showed her the bottles that I have arranged on the table. 

"This is spices." 

"Special for you." 

I chuckled and grabbed the huge bowl and put it on the table. 

"Let see." 

"So we mix paprika powder, black pepper powder, onion powder." 

I looked at her with a smile. 

"You must be wondering what I need with this spices."

 "It's a lot too right?" 

"Of course I need a lot of spices." 

"Where was I?" 

"Oh, onion powder." 

"Then, garlic powder, oregano powder and also cayenne pepper powder." 

"Mix mix mix."

 I hummed a song while mixing the powder with a spoon. 

"That looks right."

 "Now I need to spread this all over the meat." 

I wear my gloves and started rubbing the olive oil all over her body. Her arms, her neck, her legs shine beautifully like a diamond. 

"You're so beautiful, baby." 

I proceed to rub the mixed spices all over the sensitive body. Earning a sob from her mouth. 

"I bet you taste delicious." 

"Now, let's move to the next part." 

"This is gonna be good." 

"Why are you doing this to me?"-she sobbed. 

"I wonder why." 

"I'll tell you later okay baby." 

"Spoiler isn't fun for us." 

"So be patient okay." 

"My sweet beautiful baby." 

I searched on the tray and found the item that I needed.

"Surprise!"

"Look. I'll use this on you."

I showed a blow torch to her and enjoyed her expression. She looked shocked. To be precised, she was stupefied.

"W...what is that for?"-she choked.

I smiled.

"What else can it be?"

"To cook meat of course."

"Luckily I've set everything before."

"Otherwise you'll be waiting even longer."

Let's see. Opened the gas valve and light the nozzle. Nice. Adjust the flame? I watched her still with wet cheeks. Nah, no need. Now, let's start. I smiled and started burning her flavored red skin. She screamed loudly. But the more she screamed, the more it became melody to my ears. Just like a melody played by my favourite pianist. Sweet, round and rich with the spark of dark and mysterious to it. But the melody slowly became far and far away, until all I can hear is the blowtorch. I looked at her body. She's fully roasted. Head to toe. Fully roasted.

"I can called myself a 10 star Michelin."

I turned off the blowtorch and putted it on the tray.

"That's what it feels like to be roasted alive. Just like you did with those poor strays."

"You even borrowed other's pets."

"More like kidnapped."

I sighed.

"I hope those crocodiles likes cooked meat."

***

*Present 

"I know you wanna asked why I tortured this one?"

She nodded.

"She kidnapped dogs and cats and proceeded to torture them. She roasted them alive. So I gave the same treatment and suffering she inflicted to those poor souls."

She continued writing for a while. I tried to sneak a peek as much as I can but then she closed her books.

"You'll come again, right?"

"I did promised that. So yeah. I'll be coming here again.

I clapped my hand and watched as she ambled to the door. Finally, some entertainment for me.