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    People are suddenly interested in me and this is of upmost importance to a girl with my motives because I’m all about image and social standing.
    Dr. Anderson has given me the prestigious image and social position that I have been unable to attain for so many years.
    “Bill,” my voice rings out, “did you make reservations at the country club?” As usual he answers in that timid way he always does, “Yes, Dear.”
    Yes…Bill is working out quite nicely for my plan of moving up the ranks of high society.

    Dr. Anderson
    Her voice cuts through me and grates on my nerves like proverbial fingernails on a chalkboard. I have to remind myself every day that she works perfectly for my plan. When she looks at me she sees a meek, mild-mannered, submissive man. Nothing could be further from the truth.
    I have to stop myself from chuckling at her naivety. She has no idea that a blood thirsty monster inhabits my body and owns my soul. Though I grant life to my patients on a daily basis, there is nothing I enjoy more than wrapping my fingers around a woman’s neck and squeezing the life right out of her while I fuck her from behind. Slitting a throat and watching a woman’s eyes as they bug out in disbelief is also an enjoyable pastime for me. A victim’s warm blood oozing and dripping through my fingers as I watch the droplets hit the floor and form their own unique blood spatter pattern is art to a man of my nature.
    “Yes, Dear,” I obediently answer.
    She is rambling on about some social event but I am in a world of my own, happily thinking about my night before with a hooker by the name of Selena. She played the part so well that I stayed an extra hour. A thousand dollars is nothing to a neurosurgeon. I’ve got more fucking money than I will ever be able to spend but I’m sure my gold-digger bitch of a soon to be wife will be all too glad to help with that issue.
    I like experiencing the real thing but it isn’t easy to get away and kill somebody. After all, I’m a very organized man when it comes to things of this nature. I enjoy doing things like taking pictures and, at times, making movies. The professionals refer to it as ‘taking a trophy.’ It’s true… I do it so I can go back and relive the kill. I have to have some way to fill in the gaps during my cooling off periods.
    I like it even more so when I’m able able to go back after a day or two and view my victim. There is nothing as enjoyable as seeing their pale skin with blue undertones and dark circles under their lifeless eyes. When the opportunity doesn’t present itself, there are always the pictures and movies and that helps to get me through until the next kill. Of course I’m always able to replay the killing in my mind’s eye, but I definitely enjoy it more when I can go back and view the victim in person. I like to feel how cold and hard their bodies have become. In my demented, fucked up mind, a corpse just feels… so… very… right…
    Yes, that whore Selena played the part very well, but I can feel myself getting the itch. I will need the real thing before too long.
     

    Melanie
    It’s been a rough night already and looking out, seeing the rain, causes me to groan. A fellow waitress has been kind enough to offer me a ride home if I can get off a little early but my greedy boss won’t allow it. It seems like no matter how hard I try to do the right thing and make things better for Tommy and me, life has a way of knocking me back down. It’s important that I stay strong for him. Right now, getting home to my son is at the forefront of my mind. I never notice the white cargo van following me. In the van is a man who will attempt to end my life tonight. He is the same man I was just inwardly thanking because he was gracious enough to leave me a twenty dollar tip.
    I make my way to the entrance of the field that I use as a shortcut and the sprinkling of rain has now turned into a torrential downpour. I speed my pace up to a slow