I wonder if I'm doing the right thing right now. I'm ruining this girl's life for sure. But I know that they can't get her because I'm very good at this. I cover all my trails. I never make mistakes. I can't deal with mistakes. I have to be a perfectionist because I'm doing this for revenge. I'll never get my revenge unless than doing this.
She's beautiful, now that I stare at this mirror. Her long black fine hair is so soft perfected with her fair skin and those real beautiful bright blue eyes. She's perfect. Perfect and too beautiful… And thus, perfect for the job.
Too bad she had to be with me with blood on her hands now in a messy bloody hotel room. That bloody rich stupid murderer son of a bitch dead on the bed; it relieves me… more to come though. "Thank you, Olivia… You make everything so perfect", I said mischievously to the girl in the mirror, me… and her.
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- hellsdevil
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