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This is a short story I wrote for my psychology class. It's written as a sadistic persona similiar to that of Jeffrey Dahmer. I chose Jeffrey because he was the first serial killer I learned about as a teenager in Junior High. [1,489 words]
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Probing Skyler Drevan
The night I met Adrian at the gay nightclub and bar, Rawhide I swore I loved him. I walked over; trying to display the same shyness he exuded from every delicious and so adorable pore on his body. He was sweating hard and I knew it was from anxiety. If his friends knew he was in a gay club and bar he would have been killed. The shy ones are the easiest to get. You see them at the bar looking helplessly into their drinks, not paying attention the massive swirls of gyrating bodies, as if they were easy to ignore. It’s not even the fact that they are shy that makes them so sweet; it’s the fact that they are so innocent. They are embarrassed to be where they are, to be in the position they are in, but when you squat down next to them and "relate" that’s when you got them. They belong to you.
He avoided eye contact with anyone and I knew it was because he was afraid of the possibility of being recognized by someone he knew. Though that fear may seem paranoid, it is genuine since there have been many reports of straight gay-bashing men posing as gay men to entice, pick up and kill in remote areas. Since the hate crimes began, many of Adrian’s friends and relatives have enlisted police officers to go undercover and point out strange behavior and suspicious “stand-outs” in hopes of recovering the reward of over a half million dollars for the capture. To me his fear was so adorable; I could have squeezed him right there on the spot. He had that tight caramel skin and small frame that pulled me to him no matter how wrong it was. He was young; too young to have been let in legally, but he was there for a reason. I started a "shy boy" pick up conversation by saying that I didn’t like these places. I knew he was warming up to me a little by the way he spoke. He had this soft lisp that’s undeniably feminine, but that was insatiably appealing. I bought him more drinks and pulled more and more out of him, hanging on his delectable "s" sounds.
Through eves dropping and careful maneuvering I learned that he was Adrian Ian Mulley from Fort Lauderdale; alliteration at its finest. His initials seemed to call my name. I knew this was my calling because his initials spelled AIM. He was the target I aimed for. He was a sophomore in high school. Not wanting to appear too old for my future victim, I lied and told him I was a junior at the University of College. I should have felt perverse knowing he was under age but ardor knows no age. The drinks continued to come and I eventually got him sloshed enough for me to persuade him home. It didn’t take much work considering fate had let the pieces fall into the right spots. Love and fate wanted me to have him. I couldn’t deny myself this. I needed him and although he didn’t know it, he needed me too. Though it didn’t take much convincing for me to get the adorable Adrian into my apartment, he was a little apprehensive, as apprehensive as a drunk can be. He did have some doubts about making the right decision; he was, after all, only sixteen. After a few seconds of light convincing, Adrian finally agreed that to accompany me to my home was not a bad decision and he would not be hurt.
We arrived at my apartment just a little after one in the morning and almost immediately plopped down on the couch kissing and groping each other fiercely. I could feel his tender, soft lips against mine. Light kissing spiraled into intense deep kisses. I felt his inexperience in every clumsy movement of his sloppy tongue in my mouth trying to find mine. This naivety and drunkenness led me to pull back at that moment. I looked into his deep brown eyes and felt that certain twinge I felt before. I asked him if he would like another drink before we continued. He blabbered out an awkward "yes" as I already started to pour the cyanide into the reused and quite dirty jelly jar. I opened the refrigerator and fingered my way passed the various macaroni leftovers I accrued in the past months I’ve lived here in this stagnate scene of decay. I found the bottle of vodka and the orange juice to finish off the cocktail. This time I knew it was for real, I knew that there was no way tonight would not be the night. The way he kissed me, the things I felt for him weren’t like the others. I knew he would stay forever. I knew he had to stay forever.
I sat back down on my dusty, couch food stained and gave him the drink. He guzzled it as I sat staring at his Adam’s apple bouncing happily as each drop went down. He placed the drink down and started mumbling something about getting home, but all I could think about was waiting for the juice to kick in. I kept asking him how he was feeling, and I could tell he started panicking. I knew the effects of the drug had finally begun. He was sweating again, but this time it wasn’t anxiety, it was fear mixed with the feverish high the cyanide gave its recipient. He started panting, and I all I could do was hold him and whisper that it would be over soon and we would be together. I pulled his head back when I felt his breathing slow drastically and I saw the panic in his eyes. I closed his eye lids and squeezed him tight. With his last breath I said, "God saved you for me, don’t be afraid.” He fell limp and I laid him down.
Seeing Adrian lay there with all his beauty illuminating in the light of the full moon, I couldn’t resist him so I started to undress him. I put my head on his still warm chest and felt the prickles of fresh hair budding from his creamy soft skin. He should have been happy I saved him from age, I thought to myself, as age can be a curse. Now he can be perpetually young with me eternally. I slid my hands all over his irresistible body and knew there was something missing. I wanted our bodies to be together, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally. In the worst way I wanted him to be part of me; I wanted to be a part of him. I nibbled gently on his hand and soon enough I was biting hard and drew blood. Knowing that the cyanide was still coursing through his body, I jumped back. I found the knife I used before on the unworthy and slashed his wrists open to drain the poison before I could let him enter me. I waited hours until the early morning sunlight hit the sheen of the final drops of blood before I started to bite his white, once dark but still lovely skin.
I ate him, bodily and spiritually. Each bite filled me physically and spiritually and definitely mentally. I felt him in my body from my head to my toe. I felt his warm blood mixing and racing with mine. I ate the blubbery skin and the sinewy muscle. Every morsel of flesh, I thought, was a connection of Adrian to me. It took me an hour to finish his whole forearm before I knew he wasn’t the right one. I pulled back and gagged on his unworthy body, almost bringing me to heave. How was I duped?! I was sure it was real. I thought it was meaningful, and then, so suddenly, I just felt so empty. I flung his sagging head over my shoulders and cried. I’d have to go out again the next night and start my lifelong search again. Life wasn’t supposed to be like this, love is going to find me. Love is supposed to find me. He was supposed to be the one; he was the perfect boy for me. He was young, handsome, and all mine. But something went wrong; something inside of me said that this wasn’t the guy for me. I looked at his face again and spat in disgust knowing that it would take me hours to clean up the blood and get rid of him. I dumped his half eaten body into a few dozen black garbage bags and wrapped him in twenty or thirty rolls of heavy scotch tape. I grabbed my dirty mop and began to mop this unworthy one’s blood from my tiled floors all the while contemplating on my next conquest and capture in my continued search for undying and eternal love.
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