Just a few steps away from the lethal injection…
As every night, after an exhausting day, I entered my home, sank into the sofa, and exhaled deeply… followed by a cough. Then it came — the metallic scent of perpetual blood invading my nostrils.
The house was dark — strange, as if I no longer recognized it. I stumbled toward the switch, clumsy, lost…When the light flickered on, my eyes were branded with an image that would scar my very soul —six bodies, torn apart like wild prey. My entire being froze,and yet, for some reason, my mind stayed eerily calm.
I lived alone. Solitude was my dearest companion,and with it, my beloved dog — who always greeted me joyfully.But this time… this time, he fled.He howled, trembling, tail between legs, as though he saw something monstrous in me.I called the police. They laughed, thinking it a prank.Until I mentioned the number of victims — then, only silence.They asked for my address. I gave it.Half an hour later, they arrived.I opened the door with a smile — they recoiled in fear.I only wanted to be kind.I invited them in, into my warm home filled with the incense of fresh blood.The officer pinned me to the wall — it felt almost pleasurable.Damn my twisted fetishes.They called for reinforcements, for ambulances.I chuckled — "Why ambulances? They're all already… dismembered."She said it was routine. Her hands trembled.
Fifteen minutes later, my home became a carnival of sirens and lights.I loved it.Blood reflected the colors beautifully on my skin.It was art — grotesque, divine art.Someone held me by the arms; I turned halfway, and saw her."What a delicious woman," I whispered.She trembled, but her grip stayed firm.I looked around, saw the officers standing by my "meal," and shouted,"What are you doing with my food?!"They silenced me with disgust.Two men in suits entered. I smiled at them — they didn't smile back.
They began to question me.I said I worked all day, returned home only at night.Their suspicion lingered,until one of them asked, "How did you know there were six?"My mind froze. How did I know?I lied — "I counted the six heads."But I hadn't. I just knew. Somehow, the number was already in my blood.
Then came the cuffs — cold, tight, familiar.And yet, I smiled.When they dragged me outside, the rain began to fall.I tilted my head back, tongue out, tasting heaven's pity.Guns surrounded me. My body trembled,not from fear, but from the exquisite pleasure of being destroyed.
They opened fire.Hundreds of bullets pierced me — and each one was a kiss from death itself.I shook, I moaned, I laughed.When the storm ceased, I still stood smiling.They thought me dead — fools.I lunged, devouring one, then another —the taste of authority, raw and divine, melting on my tongue.
When I reached her — the beautiful officer —she trembled against the ten-meter brick wall, painted in scarlet art.I caressed her hair, licked her tears,bit her gently — she would be my dessert.But before I could savor her fully,I felt a pain — sharp, real.She had shot me.I fell to my knees. "Why?" I asked softly.She didn't answer.
I looked behind her —the wall, my ten meters of brick and blood, my cathedral of sin.I reached for her, one last time.Then I saw her — another woman, with the officer's uniform in her hands.Her voice echoed like judgment itself:"You've gone too far this time. You even dared to touch me."
I laughed.A thunderous, glorious laugh.I had tasted the flesh of a hunter — the forbidden feast.And as I turned to ash, my hands clawedthe ten meters of brick that had witnessed it all.The rain fell again,and before the darkness took me,a woman's lips touched mine — the kiss of damnation and rebirth.