‘Why do you strangle them?’ This is just blurted, out of nowhere. ‘You’ve never told me.’ The question alone makes my fingertips tingle . . . the softness and pliability of their necks, the warmth of the blood flowing close to the surface, their palpitating, escalating pulse, their small, hopeless hands grabbing at mine . . . there is no feeling that will ever replicate it. ‘It’s clean, quite painless and you don’t need to rely on a weapon,’ I say instead. ‘And if you know what you’re doing, they can fall unconscious in seconds and stop breathing within just a couple of minutes.’
This is INSANE! Like WTF???
