The murder card

Dear diary, I took a little break from all of it, from all the spying and lying. I need time to myself, to regather myself, and once and for all decide who to pick. I’m still no closer to a decision, I keep going back and forth. I sometimes wish this had never happened, but I soon remember how empty my life was before I got involved in this situation. On one hand, I really like Ian. When I’m with him, I feel warm and pleasant, I forget about all my problems. He’s so different from everyone else, like a breath of fresh air. But what if he is a nut, and by siding with him, I destroy my life. But then again, there isn’t much to destroy. I could handle being thrown in jail, I could handle being fired. But I couldn’t handle being sentenced to death. I don’t know what waits for me on the other side and I am terrified of finding out. Every time I think about dying, I get nervous. My stomach turns to stone; my head starts to hurt. My heart starts racing and all my fears come to life, making me picture the worst scenarios. I know very well death is waiting for me and it can come quickly. But still, I can’t help it, I am still terrified by it. So that’s one of the main reasons, holding me from not siding with Ian, fear of being killed. But despite my fear of death, I was still looking forward on being back on EasyTell service. It took my mind of my problems. On story stood out to me from other, from a man named David Greg, a forty-five years old store owner. His victim was a twenty-eight-year-old Becky, a former employee of his. As he told me, she was one of the best. She always did her job well and precisely, was considerate to their clients. So it was no surprise that she got a better job offer, she informed David, she was quitting. He got upset and wouldn’t let her go. But it wasn’t his decision to make and he could not stop her from leaving. That made him mad. Enraged, is a better word. So he bought the cardEnraged, is a better word.d he could stop her, so she wasely, was considaretem, no be mucthis way. `Fine. . She did not file a complaint against him, but one week later, she was gone. It was the Deluxe card that ended her life and her suffering lasted for seven hours. David has read the laws regarding the cards very well. He knows the victim is obligated to participate in all activities the buyer wishes and commands. So her forced self-torture on Becky. First she was required to cut herself. First cuts were light, which he did like, but that just the mere begging of it. She had to make them deeper. She was forced to stripped down until she wore nothing but underwear. He selected what kind she must wear. White, so each and every drop of blood would be visible and not be missed. He also choose the color white, because it represents purity, he told me. First he gave her a small knife, which she barely got to use. Soon they switched to bigger one. She started on her stomach. She was terrified to make the first cut, so blood barely leaked through her skin. The more cuts she made, the deeper they were. The next cut was on her collar bone, followed by her neck. By then, she was bleeding, soaking her white underwear, but it still wasn’t enough for him. She proceeded to her thigh, starting from her hip, all the way down to her knee. He tasted her blood, and told me it was sweet, like warm spring morning. He then ordered her to make the same cut on her other leg. When her body was all cut up and bloody, her face followed. He told me he always admired her face. He was never in love with her, her just enjoyed her look. He told me Becky reminded him of Snow White. She started cutting her porcelain white cheeks, then chin. He then wanted her to stab her eyes, but she couldn’t do such thing. She cried tears of mercy, so he would change him mind. He wouldn’t have it, but she wouldn’t do it either. They reached a compromise and she cut her eyelids, causing bloody tears dripping down her face. On that point, they switched to a bigger knife, the final one. He choose a butcher’s knife. She cut off her fingers with it, on her right hand. This was her final task. After that, he took over the cutting. Firstly, he made a cut between her breasts. He then enlarged the already existing cut on her stomach. He admitted to me, that he wishes he could rape her, but he obliged the law and didn’t. When he was done, he satisfied himself. Since he couldn’t force himself on her, he did the next best thing that popped into his sick, twisted mind. He cut in her reproductive organ, as much as he could, before she passed out. He then moved on to his final act, which was the cause of death. She was choked. He told me, he does not regret his action, he even felt better when it was over. He is looking forward to the next one and tells me he will do it in the exact same way. He was a pleased customer, which I’m sure the company will like. He ensures me, he will spread good word about our business. I wasn’t sure why he would mention this to me or why he will do it. The company doesn’t need his good word, it is doing just fine on its own. The reason why his story stuck to be, because so far, he was the only one of my clients, who forced self-torture upon his victims. Not only did he cause physical damage, he also caused psychological one, even if just for a few hours. He completely destroyed his victims in their final hours, which he enjoyed doing. My next client, was just the opposite. Leslie Kres, a twenty-nine-year-old waiter, killed his older sister. She was the favorite one in the family, more successful in her carrier, her personal life, basically she beat him at everything. Their parents never let him forget that, making him feel like less of a person and was always left out at any family events. So unfortunately he developed deep hatred towards his sister Lucy. He tried to love her all his life and tried as much as he could to let all these things go. But eventually his hatred grew and overcame him, until one day, that was all he was able to feel. He still tried suppressing it, by going to a therapist, but not even that helped. He feels he was forced to do it, by his strong emotions. He bought a base card. His sister filled a complaint, but at this point, he didn’t have to tell me what happened. On the day of her death, he told her to meet him on the Golden road. It’s called that due to the orange like rocks that formed and made it. It used to transport cars and other vehicles but today it’s a popular jogging route, one that his sister took almost every day. As agreed she came and awaited for him. She never saw him again, as despite her knowing she’s going to die, she did not saw her death coming. He hesitated, but he knew what he had to do. So he dropped a rock on her, which crushed her to death. He wanted her to die quickly, he did not wish any suffering upon her. After it was done, he expected to feel better, because he will never again be overshadowed by her. Sadly, he feels even worse now and regrets his action deeply. He now feels lower than ever, letting his emotions overcome him. He misses her but he is still glad that she doesn’t hold a shadow over his life anymore. Now he is torn. During our session he was sweaty, nervous, unsure and didn’t quite know what he was saying. First he told me he regrets it, then in a minute, he told me he had to do it. His mind was all over the place, racing from one thing to another. I’m still not sure if he regrets it or not, on my form I put down that he does, just because I needed to say something. Our appointment made me uncomfortable and uneasy, just because of the way he is. Still he was happy such cards exists and he was able to oblige his urges. He doesn’t have the next victim in mind, like some of the others do, he isn’t even sure he’ll kill again. But he wanted a discount, just in case.