“My sweet woman, we’ll be together forever now. I’ll make sure we’re never apart. From here on out, you’re going to be with me. It’ll just take a little prep to get you shelf ready.”
With a swing of his very sharp machete, he removed her head. He chopped until he could remove it from her body. The blade hacked into bone and flesh, jostling her whole being, and tearing into the satin pillow that was beneath her head.
It was messy, but it was necessary.
A collector had to collect.
A killer had to kill.
And he had to enjoy the fruits of his labor, because she was meant to belong to him.
Well, pieces of her.
As her head sat in his hands, he lovingly kissed her on the lips to seal their love with that sacred act. It was macabre, but it was who he was.
From a young age to now, some things never changed, and to be honest, he was tired of pretending.
This was his time to shine.
Tucking her hair into his hands, embalming fluid leaked down through the gaping wound from the machete. Yeah, this was messy, messy work.
“I’m sorry about ruining your pretty dress. How about we cover you up, and we go home?” he asked, not expecting an answer. “That way I can prepare you for your life in my collection. You’ll always be able to see me. I’ll never be too far. I promise. You’ve been part of this plan for many, many years, my flower, and finally, it begins.”
Oh, and he meant that.
His collection was so valuable since it was years of work. If he had to start over…
He’d.
Be.
Pissed.
Taking away his precious, precious things…
That would be silly.
And dangerous.
“Your mouth looks ever so luscious. Let’s see what we can do at home before I prepare you for my collection,” he offered, already knowing what he wanted.
Satisfaction.
And then, he placed her head on the side of the hole, and maneuvered so that he could close the casket, burying the evidence that anyone could use to find him.
His secret was tucked away, and no one would be any the wiser as to what he did.
From killing her.
To unburying her.
His secret was safe.
The best part was he was getting away with murder in the shadows, and no one,NO ONE, was any the wiser. Hopefully, one day, the one who could catch him would try.
Because that got him off, too.
He might just be the most prolific serial killer to be created, and the best part was it would take forever for someone to even know he was hunting.
