Dionysus says hello.
Sit back and enjoy!

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I never knew I could go through with it.
There she was, coming out of a grocery store. Her red hair screamed that she was on the prowl, looking for a man to court her. I made my move and introduced myself.
She smiled.
Up close, she looked so innocent, so pure. She said her name was Jenny. I felt ashamed at what I was planning to do and all voices in my head told me to let go but I found myself carrying her groceries to her car. I don’t know whether it was my charm or my dashing good looks or maybe she was desperate for company but she offered me a ride.
I told her I lived just down the street.
My heart started to race as I sat in the passenger’s seat of her car contemplating my next move. Conflicting thoughts spiraled around my head. I looked at her and she was talking excitedly about something. I was nodding my head in approval but I couldn’t hear a word she said, my mind focussed on killing her. There was a small metal rod tucked underneath my shirt. I planned to use it to knock her unconscious.
It was dark so I brought it out slowly while she kept talking. I hit her on the head with the metal but it didn’t knock her out. She screamed and stepped on the accelerator hard. The car swerved crazily, before we crashed into a tree.
I managed to escape with a few cuts and bruises on my skin but Jenny’s face got impaled by a long piece of broken glass from the car windshield.
It was night time so I made my escape before anyone could see me. Although I didn’t kill her, I was responsible for her death.
A part of me felt pleased and another part felt disgusted by what I did.
In time, I’d be able to rationalise these feelings.
“Do you plead guilty to the murder of Jennifer Connelly?”
“I do”

SECOND KILL

It’d been about 9 months since that incident with Jenny. The police smelled alcohol on her breath and blamed the accident on reckless driving. Nothing mattered to me anymore than that night. I couldn’t focus on anything else. I felt powerful, stupid, confused. I felt something. Its been long since i actually felt anything. I knew I had to do it again, this time, a lot more carefully.
I saw my next victim in a bar. She was drinking alone, again, waiting for a man to court her. She wasn’t as pretty as Jenny but it didn’t matter.
I wasn’t planning on sleeping with her even though I was seducing her. I told her that I had some old movies in my apartment. She seemed interested so we got a cab and went over to my house.
As soon as we entered, she wasted no time and kissed my lips.
I pushed her away gently to signify present disinterest. I got us a bottle of wine and poured it into two seperate glasses.
We toasted and we drank.
She passed out.
I had spiked her drink with a heavy dose of rohypnol beforehand.
I went to the kitchen and got a knife. Leaning over her, I pressed it in slowly into her belly and watched as her flesh swallowed the sharp metal.
Blood began to pool on the couch so I left the knife in her belly and carrid her to the bathroom.
I pulled the knife out from her belly and the blood gushed out.
Her eyes were open wide although she was unconscious.
It was as if her body was fighting death, the same way a beheaded animal runs around and twitches before it drops head.
I waited for her to stop bleeding, her skin turning pale white as all the blood escaped her lifeless body. I carried her corpse and buried it in my backyard. Compared to the first, this was a little bit refreshing.
I killed her with my own hands and I felt no conflict within.
I felt good.
Am I a psychopath to feel good taking someone’s life? Hmmmm

“Adriana Smith’s corpse was found buried in your backyard. Do you know anyhing about this? “
“I killed her. You guys already know what I did so why do you keep asking the same questions?”

THIRD KILL

She was a law student in a library.
She looked a little too uptight, too serious like she needed to loosen up. I told her that i’d commit a crime if I was sure she’d be my lawyer. She smiled. The veneer of hardness she wore on her face quickly disappeared and she was like a baby. It was like she was just looking for someone to play with her and not take her too seriously.
She said her name was Tori.
I told her I could read her palms. She was fascinated.
I guessed her star sign and got it right.
It was Aquarius.
I told her I could figure out who she was by looking at her handwriting. She was so excited to be with me. We talk about abstract things before I saw the look in her eye like she wanted me to shut up.
I kissed her.
I took her by the wrist and led her to a secluded place in the library. We made out.
I had sex with her standing. It was uncomfortable but still cool.
On our way back to her dorm room, I pushed her into the bushes.
Again, It was night.
I pressed her face firmly into the grass with both hands. She tried to breathe but she couldn’t. I suffocated her with the lawn. I left the school premises, never to return.

SIXTH KILL

I was getting good at this.
I started adding a little artistic touch to my kills. My next victim was Patricia. She was a DJ at a nightclub. How easy it is to pickup women who work, especially in night clubs. I compliment edher on her choice of music even though I wasn’t listening.
She smiled.
I told her the music was too loud at the club and we should go outside. She agreed.
I said nothing, holding her close and drawing her into me. Her breath started to warm my upper lip. I smelled hemp on her breath. I wasted no time to kiss her. I then whispered into her ear that I had some old records I wanted her to listen to at my apartment. We got a cab and we made sweet love on arrival. We never spoke of the records.
We were both tired after sex and we slept.
The next morning was when I was planning my kill. I had already thought it through and it was playing out like a video game. I planned to meet a girl, seduce her, sleep with her and then kill her in my shower.
SHe asked me where the bathroom was, I showed her. She walked naked to the bathroom. I heard the sound of the shower. I quickly ran to the closet to bring out the rope I was planning to use to strangle her. I took off my clothes and entered the shower with her.
She smiled. I rubbed some soap on my palm and used it to massage her shoulders.
As she was washing the soap off her face, I strangled her from behind with the rope.
She gasped, her hands slapping my face trying to break my tight hold on her neck. She finally stops breathing.
I felt aroused, powerful.
I always wanted to try this.
While still holding her neck tightly with the rope, I got hard and inserted my member into her lifeless body from behind.
I ejaculated into her before I released the rope from her neck and she dropped to the bathroom floor, the shower still on.

THIRTEENTH

I met her at the shopping mall. She was gorgeous. It was like I was staring at sunshine. I told her I’m from Europe and was only staying the weekend. I got her number. she said her name was Stephanie. It was a Friday. I invited her to my apartment the next day. She was hesitant at first but I persuaded her. She came and we watched Grey’s Anatomy. I tried to kiss her but she pushed me away. She dropped her glass of wine and said she was going.
I was planning on having sex with her but things didn’t go as expected. I dashed to the door and locked it. She started to scream but I immediately ran and knocked her out with my fist.
I soon realised I didn’t just knock her out, her neck snapped as she hit the floor. I felt sad cause I wanted to have a little fun before I killed her. I opened her shirt to expose her perfect breasts.I sucked at them, squeezed them, pleasuring myself till I ejaculated on her pale pink nipples. I chopped her up into little pieces before dumping her in the river

NINETEENTH KILL

That last one was feisty. She almost escaped and I had to kill her and the witness that saw her. This one had to be stress free. I needed a tranquilizer. My next victim was a stripper. She was giving me a lap dance and I injected her neck with the tranquilizer. I had become much more creative and my kills usually had an artistic bent to them. This one, I was trying to prove how unaware people really were. She sat down on me, asleep. Everyone thought she was still giving me the dance. I unzipped my trousers and pulled her panties to the side as I put my member in. I swayes her from side to side like she was still giving me the dance.
I came inside her.
I placed my hands slowly on her neck and strangled her.
She stopped breathing.
I zipped up my trouser, raised her up from my lap and put her on the chair where I sat.
I walked out of the strip club and no one noticed. I wasn’t so lucky this time.
SHe was on the news and the strip club had a camera.
They saw me. My face was on the news. This is probably my last entry in this diary.

“My Patrick Bateman, You were found guilty for the murder of 26 innocent women. You seemed to enjoy doing it, even documenting it”

“I did. I fucking enjoyed it. If I didn’t get caught, I would have continued”

“Your crimes are despicable, inhumane and barbaric. There’s no mercy for you Mr Bateman. You are sentenced to death by hanging”

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Crazy as usual from Dionysus!!

Have a lovely day!!!

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