Agony: A Fictional Narrative

The urge was building. He could feel it in every fibre of his being, and it had begun to consume his thoughts. Soon it would be the only thing he could think about. The only thing he wanted to think about. That desire to hurt and maim. To make a woman beg and plead for her life. To cause her to scream in terror, and bare her teeth in agony, as blood-stained tears flowed down her cheeks. To watch her eyes, and see the dawning realisation within them that it wasn't a dream, that he wasn't a man capable of compassion or mercy, and there would be no last-minute stay of execution. What aroused him, more than anything, was that look. The one that flashed across their faces as the last shred of hope was torn away, and they accepted, finally, that they were going to die. At least death would relieve them of their pain. …show more content…
The next, eight months after that, and now, only four months later, he knew that he'd soon need to do so again. The initial victim had been a prostitute, snatched off the streets, raped, throat cut from ear to ear, and dumped by the side of the road. The second he'd taken more time with, but still not enough to completely satiate his needs. A runaway, who'd naively accepted his offer of a ride. The man had felt no guilt or pity as the blood drained from their bodies, and life faded from their eyes. He'd watched, unmoving, until he was sure they were dead. It had taken the young hitch-hiker almost an hour to succumb to her wounds. Both times, he'd removed a