I slowly covered her belongings and clothes with petrol. All she'd had on her was a worn rucksack, a mobile device, suitcase and passport. I began burning all of them one by one, there was no reason to keep them. Only idiots kept souvenirs of their victims, idiots that wanted to be caught and remembered for all their crimes. I don't kill for a trophy, or fame, no in fact the act itself gave me pleasure. Nothing made me more relaxed than taking the life of another. I was an animal, only doing my part in nature since God made me this way. I was only fulfilling my purpose in life, yes, the purpose to make others suffer.
I'll show you a Villain
Urban · M_Lexi2
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