He thrusts into a woman as they have sex, her cries of pleasure filling the hotel room as the mattress squeaks. His fingers curl around her neck when she begs him to strangle her. He is dazed, buzzed by the overwhelming pleasure as he chases his climax. His grip grows tighter and tighter when she pants for him to go deeper and harder, the gradual quieting of the woman’s moans falling deaf to his ears. He does not realize that he strangled her to death until he finishes, a long exhale escaping from his lips as his hips stutter and press tightly against her.

He blinks slowly. A million thoughts cross his mind. First, he panics. Then, his expression falls as he becomes apathetic. A twitch. A curl of his lips. A flash of his teeth. Lastly, he breaks out into a shit-eating grin as he stares down at the corpse of the naked woman. Adrenaline courses through his veins, his heart pounding. It was then and there that he decided that murder is… fun.

A set of footsteps approach the door. A click, and it soon unlocks. He forgot that the damned woman wanted a threesome. His eyes land on you.