The death of Charles Lee

I hummed a lullaby to myself as I began sharpening my blade. The sound of my footsteps echoed throughout the narrow halls while I walked towards the basement. I stopped at the end of the hall and grabbed my key from my pocket. A grin formed on my face as I slowly unlocked the door and walked downstairs with the blade still in my hand.

"𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀" I sang, peaking my head around the corner.

The floors were stained with blood and the walls were covered in chains and scratch marks. There, a man was tied to the wall with his head drooping down. His body already weak and vulnerable.

"𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽" I told him as I walked over to a steel work table, which had every tool I would need. Each individual knife with it's own markings and scalpels with my initials.

𝐽. 𝐼.

I continued humming as he began to lift his head. I giggled to myself while preparing my tools.

"𝗪𝗵𝘆?" He uttered. His voice raspy and weak.

I glanced over at him with a raised brow.

"𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼𝗻?" I questioned.

"𝗪-𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀? 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗺𝗲?" He asked.

I chuckled before letting out a quiet sigh and walking over to him with my knife in hand.

"𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘆... 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗲𝗲" I dragged the blade softy down his cheek.

His body shivered as he tried to move away. I smirked, grabbing the front of his shirt and holding the tip of the blade to his throat.

"𝗔𝗵 𝗮𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆" I whispered.

Slowly, I pressed deeper into his skin, causing him to whimper. I stroked my thumb across his cheek, wiping away a tear. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as he held in his cries.

I dragged the blade further down, ripping his shirt and revealing his abs.

"𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂" I mumbled to myself.

He let out a quiet gasp as I traced the blade along his chest and down to his stomach. Finally, I began to draw blood. My eyes widened slightly, almost mesmerized by it. The adrenaline I felt through my veins was incredible. The rush of it all was sensational. Another smirk had formed on my face.

"𝗪𝗼𝘄" I uttered.

I leaned closer while pressing deeper. He cried out in pain as the knife's blade made it's way towards his heart.

"𝗡-𝗻𝗼, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲!" He begged.

I chuckled, shaking my head and twisting the knife around before pulling it out. He bit his tongue, wincing in pain.

I looked down at all the blood and began to stare. My eyes were glistened with excitement. My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt glorified. This was all me. I did this. I killed a man in cold blood. Did I regret it? Absolutely not. This was my new favorite thing. I couldn't wait until my next kill…