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this is now /shon/

>>69591672
>at the movies alone, me typical brit bong serial killer
>see shonshon, _ideal victim_.tm, wait outside with my van
>hey kid, want some free ca- wait what the heck *she jumps in the van without questioning*
>humph where's the candy mister?
>uh at my house... looks like I won't need this chloroform so I put it away (did she just say "aww man, was looking forward to that..." under her breath? uh whatever
>drive to the abandoned flat where I bury my victims
>this girl is giving me the creeps. she keeps eyeing my knife in between the seats, but not with fear in her eyes more like, hunger?
>here's the place. I got candy uh in the basement.
>aren't you gonna drag me in? humph
>after you? I open the door. she looks disappointed as she walks in
>walk her to the basement. this is too easy, something doesn't feel right. keep glancing over my shoulder
>inside the basement there isn't any candy, in fact it's full of rusty metal torture devices crudely manufactured from whatever I could steal from B&Q, and a large metal cage. the cage has dried blood caked onto the floor
>she's just standing there. usually I'm knocking them unconscious at this point. she's looking at me expectedly
>uhh you know what? I don't have any candy. uh. you can go. yeah, you're free to go. gestures to the stairs
>she frowns
>I don't know what to do. um or here? I open the cage door. she looks at me again, like she's a little disappointed, but she gets in. I lock it.
>huh. I think I'll leave now. this girl freaks me out. I run back up the stairs, back to my van. sitting with my hands on the wheel. think I might leave town, put this serial killer nonsense behind me, get a quiet job and settle down.

>>69454991
ok. I'll cook

>>69186038
>>69191743
>>69187312
sit on the couch next to wife
she looks at me with those puppy dog eyes
damn she's cute. rub the top of her head "good kiddo"
>giggles
heh. she's so cute I wanna punch her. gentle ruffling turns into a nuggie
nuggie intensifies
>oww st-st
heh, my knuckles scraping the top of her head make her voice stutter
>ow ow ow ow st- st- stopp p pp it
I rub harder, then grab her hair and yank back and forth violently
I blink. how long has my other hand been gripping her throat? wife no longer moving
heh, finally. I pick her up by the ankles and dump her in the bathtub, then leave to fetch the hacksaw from the garage

coming back inside, she's on the couch smiling.
>what's that for?
oh, uh. plumbing. there was a gas leak. I fixed it, but it uh... the gas knocked you out.
>yeah my head hurts XD thanks for fixing it babe!