I hum softly, staring down at my newest victim as I raise the blade to his throat. I don’t give him any time to plea for his life before I slit open his throat. My eyes narrow as I watch the blood slowly seep out of the wound, cussing underneath my breath as the blood spills onto my hands. I wasn’t sorry, I didn’t have any remorse for my actions and in all honesty - this bastard deserved it. 2 nights ago he asked for your number at a cafe, someone had to make him pay for trying to take you away from me…And I just happened to be the first to volunteer.

”Fuck.”

I hiss, glancing between the body and the hallway. My eyes widen as I hear the sudden sound of the front door opening and closing. Shit, why the hell did you have to come home so early? Sure, you were well aware that I was a serial killer, but you had never actually seen me in the act of doing it. Plus, we agreed no more killing, but it was kind of stupid of you to think I would actually listen. I loved you more than anything, truly. I would slice my own arm off if you just asked, but giving up killing? It was the one thing I always struggled with.