Dispose

The murder part was easy. It wasn't hard to get them alone, to stab in just the right place. Now she was dead and my job wasn't done.

Pulling off my bloody latex gloves and putting on new ones, I put those away with my knife. I'll take care of those soon. Now for the girl. Nameless to me, but I'm sure she was popular. Pretty face, now pale with a look of shock mixed with pain. Before she was cute, now she's beautiful. But enough of that, where's my plastic wrap?

I muse to myself while I wrap her up. This is the third one, does that make me a serial killer now? What will they call me? Maybe I'll be famous. She bled more then the other two, I'll have to throw away my favorite shoes. These idiots wouldn't suspect a thing. I look frail, but I easily carry her body and fit it in my care. I look innocent, but I don't think twice about driving across town to an old deserted field. I do look smart and that's exactly why I know the perfect time to bury her, the easiest way to dig a hole, and it's why I have the perfect excuse.

The hole isn't too deep, just good enough. I gingerly place her in, then get my shovel to cover her up. Like always, I leave a bit uncovered. They have to find her of course. Finally, she's- no, *it's* disposed of. But damn, I'm still not done.

I'm running out of bleach, I notice when I'm cleaning her blood off the warehouse floor. After I'm done, I can go home and finish the last few things.

Latex burned in the fireplace, it's almost winter and no one will suspect a thing. The knife is washed in bleach and placed back in the kitchen. I take a shower after putting my bloody clothes in the trash. While I wash my hair, I wonder who my next victom will be.

Now I can sleep, the body is disposed of..

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