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Boss,

The job is done. I never imagined it’d be so easy. She was perfect. It seems the b*****d children are always the more strong-willed, but when you break them it usually is completely worth it in the end. This girl was completely worth it in the end. In fact, I almost thank you for the opportunity. She was a delicious one. Her blood runs sweet.

I could almost see the other man in her eyes, boss. It was a shame she was so much like her mother or I would’ve been able to tell you who the mystery man was. Still, the girl was so perfect. The perfect victim. The way she trembled was perfect. The smell of her fear: perfect. It is a shame the girl was not yours… you would’ve been proud. Then again, lucky for me or I guess I would’ve never been able to meet the boundless perfection that was this child.

How old was she again? Seven, yes? Mmm, she was truly ripe with youth. You’d be surprised how the old ones so quickly change to youth while the young ones ripen with age. Almost like a sweet wine. Except, in a significantly shorter amount of time. Tastes about the same too. You’ll never know the pure satisfaction of a good murder unless you can taste your handiwork straight from the blade. Of course, you might not ever get that satisfaction, but I guess I should be grateful.

Her body, as you desired, was completely disposed of. Mother as well. I even took the liberty at having them join me for dinner. I tell you that nothing is quite as delicious as having two females for dinner, especially when one is a child. A beautiful child… She tasted just like you imagined she would. I think I have leftovers in the fridge, but no worries, I plan to eat that soon. Perhaps with some corn… We’ll see how I’m feeling tomorrow night.

She went relatively quietly. Her mother went first, of course. I picked her up and disposed of her rather quickly. It was the girl that took some tracking. As you know, it’s Halloween night. The little girl was actually trick-or-treating throughout the neighborhood when I found her. She was perhaps the prettiest girl out there. It’s a shame she wasn’t yours…

But yes, so I convinced the girl. She came back with me. I watched her cry. Even the tears made her much more lovely than she already was. But I knew you were waiting for the deed to be done. I would not let her tears get to me. I had a job to do, and I admittedly thirsted for this girl. The sooner she was liquid in my hands, the sooner I would be pleased to run myself in the sweet nectar of infinite pleasure that is… well… murder.

You probably won’t be pleased to hear I did it slowly. Gagged her precious lips so they could not squeal, bound her petite hands and dangly legs together. Took the liberty of allowing small cuts up and down her arms, just so that the small driplets of blood that splattered against the floor could tease me. The sweet copper scent of the crimson red liquid had me mystified, literally shaking with anticipation.

I chopped slowly at her precious face. Perfect face… I felt guilty for running the blade across it. Ruining it… I decided instead to just kill her quickly after that, and placed the tip of my blade to the crook of her throat. It seemed a same to scratch anything else on her. I ran the blade clean through like butter, the gurgling noise it made was pure satisfaction and I reveled in it. You could hear her burble up words feebly through her neck, as if pleading out one last angel’s prayer before dying. And did she die gracefully?

Well… No. The bubbling came up with sharp gasps as her body sort of jerked and kicked out in one last fight against death. Her waist seemed to thrash out as if knocking away the Reaper. Twisting and squirming with fear, her head lolling as if had become to heavy for her entire body as if it were a sack of bricks. It seemed ages before she finally curled up and was last sickening bubble of blood blew from the depths of the tear in her throat before she fell into eternal slumber.

Her blood-crusted expression afterwards was worth all the trouble.

Now, I wasn’t totally honest about disposing of her, boss. Truth be told I think I fell in love with that girl. She was just like an angel… Porcelain skinned stained with innocent crimson, stoic eyes watching me coldly as if accusing me of the sin of mortals. She was angelic in the fact that her only sin was being born the sin of her tainted mother. She was a pure child of the Almighty. She was my favorite victim. I loved her.

Her face hangs here, with me. I stare at it sometimes. Occasionally I breathe in the scent of it, like blood and decayed flesh though there is a hidden perfumed aroma somewhere behind it. Her sweet scent of fear… Tonight I was so overwhelmed with my adoration for her that I dared so much as to place one delicate kiss on those succulent lips. I hungered for another like her. She was special.

But I fear I am telling you too much. As for the money, do not worry about it. I think that this was a job that left me so well fed in my heart that it was enough to keep me at bay. I cried tears for dear sweet Angelica, angel-faced darling that looks nothing like you. You with you onyx hair and cobalt blue eyes… Your wife with her chestnut hair and hazel eyes… So intriguing that your daughter might come out wavy blonde… That her sweet brown eyes would melt my heart like chocolate kisses. I run my tongue across them now and promise you they are sweeter than a mother’s milk.

This was a job well-done. The cops cannot suspect you. I have done my job well. I am proud, as you should be. But I am terribly heart-broken that all things must die. I would’ve liked to taste Angelica’s fear one last time. It’s a shame she wasn’t yours, boss. I think that little lady Sampless, was more perfect than God himself. Oh well, I guess that leaves us condemned for Hell.

Signed,

The Broken Hearted

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