“No! Please! Stop…”
I whimper, covering my ears in a vain attempt to block out the sound. It doesn’t matter. I can’t shut off my memories, as I hear them all again. Begging. Pleading for me to not take their life. Praying to a God I no longer believe in for salvation.
So many emotions – too many. I envy my victims as I ache for the release I grant them. At least there is an end for them, where I am forced to live through their torture for eternity.
Every kill I sink further, drowning in emotion.