I read it in the paper so it must be true.
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- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- I'm an afternoon and 1am poster lmao
- Writing Levels
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Sci Fi
- World War I II
- Roman / Greek
- 80s / 90s
One more mouthful... Alex ripped the flesh from the young mans shoulder. He was beginning to feel sick now. After getting horrendously drunk and slaughtering another young man on the weekend, Alex had to get rid of the evidence. His evil way of doing so was perfect for him, eating the remains. The body was potent in smell, so he had to hide it in the bathtub. He was disgusting. And he knew it. He wiped his bloody hand across his face before finally deciding to shower.
The bar scene made him so uncomfortable to begin with. Everybody was talking to somebody, and Alex looked nervous and shaky. But after a number of heavy drinks, Alexander finally felt cocky enough to attempt to approach some attractive men. They were mainly students or young drug addicts who nobody would care about if they went missing. He certainly didn't. Well, it may seem like he was actually guilty of feeling bad for his victims and their families. But the fact was, he really didn't. He felt ashamed and sorry for himself.
Now, he always had one thing in his mind as he met men. Murder and flesh. Blood and guts. Sex and gore. All his horrific desires. The men he spoke to were never aware of this until he was strangling them.
Alexander looked around, whiskey in his hand against his white and blue shirt. He spotted some attractive young men, but then he spotted one real God. Tall, slim and handsome. Hair dark and styled. And a face on him sharp as stone. Alexander smirked and slowly approached him from the side. He rested his arms on the bar next to his new target.
"Do I know you?" He began his usual opening lines, hoping to get another person tonight.