The Collector of Fossils

The night was dark, while running with my car, I saw the window one woman walking, small, hasty, but also could, eleven at night, around here was really dangerous.

I approached her with the headlights in the half light, and when he saw me, she tried to run, but as he looked back, eventually hitting a fence and falling. Quickly got out of the car and bring me more, I realized that was the kind of woman I liked, light skin, straight hair, green eyes (do not know why, but green eyes fascinate me, rather seem to show a person's soul) she was still awake, but with three kicks to the head, solved this problem.

The street was deserted so I had no trouble tying her wrists and put it on my passenger seat, also taped her mouth, not to take any chances. I drove out of town, towards the 'my song', which is actually inherited shed my father, but that was down to half of last year.

Upon arriving will 200 meters from my corner, I turned off the lights, and follow idling, entering the gate was already open. Car went down, I closed the door and turned on the lights.

Ah! As it fascinated me, there was debris in most of the space, but in a corner, MY CORNER, everything was in order, my litter, leather bracelets, my utensils.

I opened the passenger door, and took a few slaps in the face of my new friend to wake up, I'd like to do this with them awake, gave more excitement.

Upon waking those beautiful green eyes showed a lot of panic, which increased my expectation just get that, and see how much she could handle.

I dragged her by the hair to the sound of grunts to the stretcher and as she was still trying to escape, I gave him two good punches that seemed to calm her. I lifted it and placed on the stretcher, was not heavy, 50 pounds at most. Buckled the straps on his arms and legs, and let her gag, she was still strong for it to be removed and clamor for sure.

She turned those beautiful green eyes from one corner to another trying to see where he was, and what was going on. I asked her to calm down, that it would end soon.

I prepared myself putting an apron, rubber gloves and glasses (those that doctors use in their surgeries) and headed to the mobile stand. I put some things on it, and drag it beside the stretcher, a distance where he could comfortably reach without lift.

She already was again agitated, and decided to start soon. With a scalpel tore her blouse, leaving her prey only the sleeves, and watched as her belly was flat, her full breasts, her protruding bones.

I left the knife on the counter, and grabbed a butcher knife, long, thin and very sharp. I held her right breast, and with a dry cut, ripped it. Although it was more pleasant, could not do it at length because spoil their subsequent use (do paperweights with those beautiful breasts, removing his flesh, and supplementing with something to give weight).

By cutting her breast, she moaned, high, but only I could hear, because beyond the gag, I listened to music (This is Hallowen - Marilyn Manson, which was my favorite for those hours). I looked at her and smiled, and those beautiful green eyes, I saw the pain he felt, and that made me laugh, and say, that could endure a little longer.

After cutting the other breast in the same way, she cried, and the blood stained all my apron. This was one of my favorite parts, blood gushing, messing all around, remnants of life leaving a person and incorporating other property.

Realizing that she had fainted, I got up and looked for a shot of adrenaline, because what's the point of doing this, if one can not share with you your joy?

I waited adrenaline take effect, and note that she was awake again, and sat back to enjoy myself.

This time I used the scalpel and played with her belly, deep nothing, just drawing on your skin, and seeing the fear in his eyes widening.

But on an impulse, or thirst for blood, do not know, I pressed the knife against the side of your body, and just as quickly removed it. Blood flew again, I put my finger in the cut, and to see the red gloves, put it in his mouth. That taste of rust, bitter, made my heart throb of euphoria, and decided to give out what once ...

I dragged my chair to his legs, and with a reinforced saw, began the hard work of dismembering her feet and knees, as these would go to my collection of 'fossil'.

After that it did not expect much, just that he was alive, but knew it would not take much time for the bleeding of cuts ...

So I got out of my chair, and leaned on his chest (open, bleeding, could see his heart beating eagerly) and saw that his eyes still contained life, which made me, 'this is strong' remember thinking.

So I took on the bench a mini drill, he had bought that afternoon at a hardware store, to try a new ending.

By connecting the drill bit his eyes moved toward her, and then dug its tip twisted forehead, right in the center, making a single red hole, leaked blood for about fifteen minutes.

And while the metal destroyed the bone of his skull, watched his eyes lose the soul, life. The same eyes I see now, within this pot sitting in my chair. For today I can no longer go out and hunt, my old age does not allow me more, but I can go back to all 19 in my memories, and experiences them, with the same emotion when made.

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