SPICE
I address this to everyone, and for that matter I hope it gets out into the open. For those who think that what I have done is not a crime, bullshit to you all! I did kill that family, I did massacre that ship, and I did torture people with starved animals. There is no conspiracy theory out to get me, there is no stupid coincident, there is only me. It was all me, and now that that?s over and said I think I may as well explain to you all the events that took place.
It started when I was raped at the age of 15, sad really, but I kept my emotions bottled up as my mother always told me to do. From that rape my madness stems, from that man who made me think I was his friend then turned on me. The whole rape incident made me bitter to people and lose touch with my other friends and family. Hey, if someone can do it anybody can.
It got worse as I stared to take my sadness out on myself. Drugs, cutting, booze, the works. I think I knew that if I told someone about it things would get better. But I was known for my stubbornness and decided I would heal on my own. What a laugh it is now.
I eventually realised how much more fun I had hurting others more then hurting me. It was that feeling of power that got me off. It was that thought that I was in control of everything. Even death. I only started with a dog, nothing much by today?s standards. I tossed it in a deep whole and waited until the ants came to eat away it?s flesh, or it starved, whatever came first.
I was 21 by the time I grew to bigger things, such as cows and horses. It had become so normal for me. I was partial to cats and often fed them poison. Then, it hit me. I wanted to kill people, because lord knows that if I got so exited by killing animals, imagine how great killing a human would be.
I started with a family of two, wife and husband, nothing special. I first raped the husband while the wife was out getting groceries, and then wouldn?t you know it, she walks in on us. The husband screamed at her and she ran to the phone. I beat her to it and cut her neck apart. Then I finished with the man and killed him while he was half unconscious.
Then I moved on to the large ship. Not a cruise ship, even I couldn?t handle that. I drugged them and stabbed them to death in their sleep. Best way to go I think, without knowing. They didn?t even know their friends were dieing all around them. It was almost sad.
I was 24 when I finished my dungeon. The devils playground I call it. Not very original I know, but it might have been called hell itself, sorry I?m flattering myself. That is where I brought the people I kidnapped and fed them alive to the staved dogs, cats, and other animals. It was almost sad seeing them writhing on the ground in pain as the animals pecked at the eyes, crotches, and skin. I made a drain where the blood could flow down.
Finally I was caught. A pervert that spied on me got curious when I brought all those rugs home again and again. So he checked it out, discovered my basement and called the police. I don?t know how they linked me to the other murders, but oh well.
There you have it. I probably would have found it sad, and I may have not done what I did if I just told someone. Oh, did I mention that it was my father that raped me. I know. ?But you said it was your friend!? I can see you saying. Well I also said that I kept my emotions bottled up. Yeah, I lied, but oh well, I?m set to die tomorrow and I don?t think I could be happier.
Sorry for this notes abruptness, I don?t have much paper. There, now you know about my best murders and dark life. If only they found the actual dungeon. Poor children are probably dead by now.
I?m not afraid of death. I knew it was coming some day soon, and I have been waiting.
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