Letters From A Serial Killer

Her Majesties Prison ServiceWakefield High Security PrisonWakefieldYorkshireB Wing High Secure Isolation UnitPrisoner Number 2666/3857

I write this letter as part of my prison rehabilitation programme.
I know you will never read this as you died, murdered by me.
Last letter, last victim.
Ironic.
A scene kid, carefully dressed, hair just so, all that weren’t you?
The roofies I used to get you back to my flat kind of spoiled the fun because they made you too passive and unresponsive.
Still that did mean we could party a little harder, I still have a snap picture of you in my head, hands tied above your head to the hook in the ceiling, head lolled to the right-hand side and there was some drool coming from your mouth, was that vomit or blood, it’s not so clear now after these years?
Two one litre water bottles tied by string from your balls have pulled them down and extended them which meant I could chew on them a while and at one point I felt the skin give way under the force of my teeth and it kind of hung a little strange after that but I couldn’t figure any taste from it after I had chewed off your left, I think, left nipple. Man I worked that nipple for what felt like hours to get it so hard and it perked even more after I had pushed a hypodermic through it and twisted it 360 degrees, it just stood there erect, hard, so I chewed on it and then bit it, I was surprised when it fell into my mouth, thought it would take more pressure, you live and learn as they say.
Your ass was a major, major disappointment, too loose, but being able to work my fingers into the open wound on your chest made up for that so whenever the fuck got too boring I would just dig around a little in there and get some flesh under my finger nail and suck it off, made the fuck seem better somehow.
But borings, boring right?
I figured I was never gong to get off in that ass, so I worked your body a while with my knife.
First along your extended arm muscles, cutting along them, downwards, holding my tongue under the flowing blood, licking was fun for a while all I can remember is you mumbling no.
Then a long line from adams apple to navel, the knife was sharp because I remember thinking that’s one straight line, pouring bleach on my hands and working the line made you pay attention for a while but when I got bored with all the “no’s” I plastic bagged and tapped your head, fascinating how quickly your breath became short and disrupted.
But all that’s just a distraction from how majorly disappointed I was with your ass, major, major disappointment, I wanted to fuck badly, so with my knife I cut the skin that runs from your balls to your ass, a slit maybe half an inch long and then pushed the knife upwards and twisted and turned a while, the perfect tight boy hole.
That made the fuck a lot more interesting, tighter and the warmth of your blood against my cock was a major turn on.
I kept having to take my cock out and cutting deep to make sure I could get totally inside you, that took a while but once it was done, it was a perfect little fuck, that’s when you said your last words, as I drove the knife inside you, you threw up inside the plastic bag and I swear I heard you say “sorry”.
Anyway that’s it really.
A disappointing ass made more interesting with a knife
Yours
Gregg.