The night was passing by.
I can feel the warmth of the blood with every slice i made.
The client tonight was a young lady nearing her twenty’s.
I always like to keep my clients alive as long as i can. There pain and my sheer enjoyment are like an orgy.
She screamed with every cut i made. She plead no over and over. Her tears were salting and stale.
When she finally did slip away into the grasp hands of death. Her body was all cut up to pieces and neatly piled in a her duffel bag.
I carried the bag to her car and drove her back where i picked her up. The gym was closed but easily enough to break in. I laid her body onto all different sort of exercise machines.
By the time i was down the clock hit four am. I left the gym like no one was in it.
I raced back to my home to clean up the mess that i had made. But before i had the chance a knock on my door was ringing threw my house.
When i opened the door i could feel the chainsaw searing threw my arm. and feel it hanging there. I died within matters of seconds.