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No victim of mine is an accident or spur-of-the-moment person. It’s someone I’ve done extensive research on to dissect his body in the most hideous of ways.
Throwing away yet another pair of gloves, I look at the trophies I’ve just gathered.
A heart that will go to an eighteen-year-old who needs a transplant urgently. Things got so bad for him that he wrote a goodbye letter. He wished for at least several more months to live so he could attend his prom with his boyfriend.
Two kidneys to twenty-year-old twins who’ve been on dialysis for years, and their family has lost all hope.
A liver for a thirty-year-old single father of five who barely held on after the death of his wife.
And finally, lungs for a sixty-year-old man who had one single wish. To be able to walk his daughter down the aisle, but his declining health barely lets him breathe, let alone do anything else.
Now that’s a day filled with purpose, isn’t it?
Picking them all up, I place the boxes in the scrub room and press on the button alerting Antonio to handle the delivery as fast as possible.
They were all notified about the upcoming surgeries and “miracles.”
Although, who knows? Maybe my vices and methods can be seen as miracles to some, but at least I’m eliminating those who cause harm and stopping them from touching the innocent.
Not that it matters on the grand scale of things because a kill is a kill, and there is no justification.
Going back to my dungeon, I unstrap the body and throw it on the nearby table before rolling it toward a farther room on the right, turning on the fire. My lips tip in a grin when the fire burns brightly, so without waiting, I throw the corpse in and sigh at the sight.
Nothing but ashes left from that bastard.
Is there anything more magnificent than this?
My reprieve lasts exactly five minutes before my phone vibrates, and I snatch it from the table, reading the message, and everything inside me grows stone cold.
Looks like Chicago will have an unwanted visitor.
A visitor who will bring me nothing but trouble as her existence alone inspires unfamiliar emotions in me that urge me to do the unthinkable.
Trap an innocent creature in my cage and never let her go, chaining her to me in ways most people would find disturbing.
Especially since she wishes to put the likes of me behind bars.
She should have stayed in New York, because her past will threaten the foundation of my present as my secret contains a key to hers, but the truth won’t set her free.
It will destroy her.
That’s why she can never know it, and I should never come close to her.
As the truth will be inevitable then.
After all, vita est intolerabilis.
Life is unbearable.
And so am I.
CHAPTER THREE
“If you want to catch a serial killer…
You need help.
And who better to help than a murderer indulging in similar vices, even if he thinks he does God’s work?”
