Among Sheep

           I’ve always wondered what it’s like for a normal person to grow up, to feel emotion and be involved with society... to fit in. I never did that, I have always been an outcast, a loser. I could tell you about how I was bullied and how I was neglected, but I don’t need to. The only thing lying between me and freedom is a scalpel. A scalpel I use to cut open then metaphorical cloth covering my freedom. It’s not always a scalpel, though, sometimes the door needs an extra “push”. Freedom can come in any form, the freedom I feel when I cut into the flesh of another person is... freeing enough. The need for freedom comes in every person, and every animal. Who are the police to take that freedom away? It’s a struggle doing this, what I do. It takes so much effort just to find out where to dump the corpse.

I’m sick of wondering, is it this way or that way? At night or day? I just want to do what I love, without the fear of being locked away like an animal, but then again, that’s what I am, right? I’m an animal, I rip the flesh and bone from people almost every night. Like a wolf among sheep, I stalk the prey with full intention to take them the first chance I get. I don’t play games, I get in, get out. The real fun begins when I lie them down on my table. The sensation of feeling the thick, warm, blood is just so enticing. The gooey innards make it even better. Oh, Celestia, I love the feeling of taking a life. Some people kill with one strike, and then dump the body, just to feel what its like. I like to enjoy it, to savor it.

When I kill someone, I feel their pain, I TASTE IT. I understand how they feel, and I love it. I know how scared and defenseless they feel, how much pain they go through. I KNOW how they feel, and I want it that way. Some people say that people like me don’t know any better, or lack a conscience, but what makes a man truly sick, is knowing that he would feel the same way if he were put in that position. It makes it so much better to be able to share the pain with the victim. A connection that not many of “my people” have with their victims. Thinking about this does no good, however, maybe it does never mind that, I have someone to attend to, I’ll get back to this thought eventually.

“Whe- where am I?” a young girl, no older than twenty, such a beautiful one at that. “Why am I strapped to this table? Oh, Celestia, what did I do last night?” she wasn't as startled as I thought she’d be, probably gets into these situations a lot. “Am I in some kind of bondage thing? Look, if you’re cute we can get this done, but I’ve got to get going soon.” Well, the little whore does get herself into these things often, doesn't she? I’m not the man to take advantage of anyone, but she’s letting me, so why not?

“Hey there, sleep well?” I said with a smile on my face, being as charming as possible. Shirt off, chest exposed. Her eyes fixed at my face, and then my chest. She liked what she saw, Jackpot. She was already nude, and it’s not like I did on purpose, I strip all my victims. It’s a little hard trying to cut into someone when they’ve got all there clothes on.

“Hey...” she said, smiling, trying to hide her red cheeks. “Ready to get started?” I said, trying to act as natural as possible. “Sure, cutie.” she winked as she said this, and I decided to take the chance, seeing as it had been months since I had been with a woman. “Getting some” wouldn't be too bad right about now, I have been pretty stressed. “Alright then.” I said, pulling my pants down slowly to tease her, then she fucked up. She lost her last time to have sex, even though I’m sure she’s had plenty of it. She begged. It always gets me, it makes me want to just... well, kill them.  I wanted to kill her so badly, so I untied her, and flipped her over. “Wait, what are you doing?”

I spread her cheeks wide, she hadn’t had anal sex yet. “What are you doing? I’m not ready for that yet! Please, don’t!” A wicked grin spread across my face, and I was ready. “Please No! NOT IN THERE!” I let out a cackle, and flipped her back onto her back, exposing her stomach. Still grinning I pulled up my pants. I put my finger in her exposed pussy, and went in as deep as possible. she let out a whimper and bit her lip. “Okay, I’ll tell you what,” I said, removing a large knife from my back pocket. I placed it lightly on her stomach and said “Let’s go deeper.”