I had people stare at me, question me with their eyes, I felt...mysterious. And because of these stares, I felt as if everyone was watching me, so I acted innocent...I acted "normal" per se.

I went to the local cafe and entered the interior, taking a seat away from everyone as I searched the menu for a bite to eat, just like everyone else. I'd say it's about lunchtime, it's the only time of day you see hundreds of people gather to eat and talk about their problems.

I, on the other hand, sat by myself in the corner of the cafe and thought about my next victims. I need something different, something new. I will admit, I did get a rush of excitement and thrill from killing those kids, but it didn't feel right. It just wasn't my life to decide such a life threatening decision. But, for me, I love playing with my food and having them decide their life.

After examining the menu for a bite to eat, I settled with a steak sandwich with the lot and a black coffee. I sat there by myself and ate my lunch as I wondered. I may have settled with a steak sandwich but the menu number next to the steak sandwich option was the number 18. That number determined my next victims.  I do not know what I will expect with my next victims but either way they're my victims and I will treat them as so.

I left my seat with my plate with part of the steak sandwich still intact with half a cup of coffee sitting next to the plate. With a dissatisfied taste in my mouth and a disappointed look, I paid for the meal and left the cafe. 

I'm never going there again!  That was disgusting and disappointing. I thought to myself.

I wandered down the street, looking for the number 18. About 17 minutes passed and many houses with many opportunities I could have taken but didn't because my eyes were locked onto that specific number. 

It was still pretty sunny out but light grey clouds started to form. 

A storm is brewing.

I walked up to the house and noticed a doorbell installed on the door frame. With hope that it works and that somebody was home, I rang the doorbell. A soothing and melodic tone echoed throughout the house. Within moments, I could hear a calm and collected man say "Don't worry, babe, I'll get it!" I was welcomed by a slim, kinda average, preppy but flamboyant guy. I gazed at this gorgeous man that stood before me as wild thoughts were being created.

I'm definitely not gay but I can't lie that this man is definitely gorgeous. But damn, these wild thoughts won't escape my mind.

The guy cleared his throat. "How can I help you?"

"My car broke down, may I come in and use your phone, please?" I pointed down the road to a random car.

The guy moved to look over where I pointed, nodding and stepping to the side, gesturing for me to come in. "Come on in."

I walked in as he closed the door behind us as he pointed to where the house phone was; in the corner of the living room. I removed the phone line and as he was about to walk off, I swiftly strangled him with the cord, making him sit on the couch. Afterwards, I quickly put the phone back in place but left the cord out from the wall.

"Who was at the door, babe?" I heard another guy say.

I stepped to the side of the wall that splits the kitchen from the living room and awaited his presence. As he walked into the living room to see his boyfriend, I put him in a choke hold and slowly guided him to the ground, taking him to the couch afterwards.

I tied both the guys up and slowly cut their clothes off of them so they're both stark naked. As I admired their beauty, I wandered, out of all the thoughts I came up with at the front door, on which one should I act upon.

I used the scissors once again and trimmed their pubes until they were an inch in length. From there, I left them there as I went to the kitchen to grab a serrated bread knife from their knife set. I came back and walked up to the Asian guy and grabbed him by his scrotum gently as I pulled them. They were firm and surprisingly smooth. I grabbed the scissors and cut his balls off of his body, causing blood to gush out. Did I care one bit? Nope! Afterwards, I shoved them in his mouth as i taped his mouth shut, gagging him, blood dribbling from the side of his mouth. 

I then moved on to his american boyfriend. I committed the same heinous crime on him and gagged him. Afterwards, I grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it in the living room, sitting on it backwards and waited for them to wake up.

I took that time and inspected the house, not knowing what to expect. In this time, I was surprised to find a draw full of sex toys; whips, dildos, anal beads, handcuffs, paddles, butt plugs, you name it. But to all of our pleasure, I'm going to use these against them. When I got back, I decided to tie them to the kitchen chairs instead.

I dragged one man at a time and tied them to individual chairs, tying their legs to the legs of the chairs and tying their arms behind their backs, finally tying them all together to the kitchen table. Afterwards, I viciously whipped them awake.

They both squirmed as they tried to scream from the bit of mutilation I had performed on them. There was a trial of blood from the couch to the kitchen, like a snail trial. Not only was their house already getting bloody but so were they. What I did to them wasn't even the best part, the best part will just have to wait, I just needed them to be awake for it. I need them to feel the pain. I need to punish them, cleanse them. 

Thank god I had tied them to the chairs. I thought to myself as I sat in front them with the serrated knife in hand.

I kneeled down in front of the american guy, still with the knife in hand. With the other hand, I firmly grabbed a hold of the man's penis, feeling it slowly grow in size from the immense pleasure. He couldn't help it that he was gay. As I held his member as I slowly cut it off. So slowly. So painfully. He didn't even have time to ejaculate like I felt he wanted to. He squirmed and tried to get free but couldn't. Eventually he gave up as I ripped his flaccid shaft from his body.

I left him there with his thoughts as it dawned on him what is actually happening right now and how his manhood has just been snuffed out from him. I walked up to the Asian man and waved his boyfriend's penis in front of him, teasing him, letting him know what's going to happen to him. I placed it on the table as I grabbed the sewing kit from my bag that has been sitting in there since I killed my parents. I set everything up and threaded the needle through the dick and started sewing it to the Asian's forehead. Blood started to drip from his forehead down his face.

I then started to cut his dick, unlike his boyfriend, this guy's penis was flaccid. I finished removing his manhood and sewing it to the American's forehead. 

I took a step back to look at my masterpiece. I knew I was going to do something bad, but I never knew I would ever stumble across these guys.

 "You know, you guys are dickheads. This is all your fault. Oh, what am I saying, you guys didn't know but damn you guys were so gullible." 

I wandered around them, they looked so dead. Their whole manhood has just been snuffed from them, I'd give them the option like I did with the others but they just love each other so much that I want them to have each other in this dark time. They'll decide what they want to do later on anyway.

I am nowhere close to being against gays, I just thought this would be fun to act out. To be honest, it was more fun than I expected.

I left them there to contemplate their lives as I packed my bag and moved on to my next victims.

As I left their property, a thought had creeped up on me; I wonder what has happened to my parents now?

A/N: This chapter made me cringe as I wrote it. So, if it made you cringe cuz of the scene I wrote, don't worry, I cringed too. There's no line Matthew won't cross - and if any of you didn't know, Matthew is the main character.

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