The room is cold. There are two big windows that
look on to the beach. They are closed. Nobody can hear me. Only the sea that is
outside knows what is happening here. It’s my only witness. But it won’t betray
me. It has no voice to give me away and reveal my wicked secret. The air keeps
still, the time stops.
I love the smell of blood. I love to see the
sparkle in his eyes dulling, feeling the breath fading, becoming more and more
rare, becoming thin…
The tremble in his face, and then, in few undying
seconds, his body without life hits the ground in a thud. My anger shudders.
I wrap my victim in a plastic see-through
sheeting.
I want to be as Dexter. I feel like him. I am his
greatest fan.
Killing people, being careful, meticulous and efficient.
This is my tribute to him.
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