No, For An Answer

by C.J. Riggs

At one point I thought I was about to jack off to her corpse, but no, I’m not that sick.

Which probably explains why I only get a massive hard on every single time I murder one of my girls.

like to leave them visible in areas I know hikers frequent. That way at least their families aren’t worried about them for too long. It’s like ‘oops daughters missing,’ nope just dead. Funeral. Grieving process. Done.

Looking back down at her lifeless body beneath me, her eyes still wide in fear. I lean forward and poke her tongue back into her mouth and shiver. “Eurgh, nasty.”

swallow every fucking bit like it’s the last supper and god himself blessed me with his Holy juice.

I just kind of woke up one morning and y’know, felt like killing someone.

The last thing I want anyone to see me do, is fuck a severed head.

It’s then that I realise, this is the first time I’ve had a normal conversation. With a serial killer no doubt.