She lies on my bed inviting me in hoping that I could end her suffering. Hers is a incomparable beauty her skin is fairer than a the china doll, hair blacker than the night, lips redder than a rose, eyes blazing bluer than the hottest flame. She is perfectly symmetrical. She is wrapped in a light blue kimono with soft pink flowers embroidered on it and woven in to her hair. She wants someone to love her for her and not her looks. But when you look like that everyone thinks you are only capable of vanity and nothing more so they use her and when they are done they drop her by the wayside. For her there is no love only lust and grief. It’s a miserable existence that will never end.

He climbs into my bed. Everything about me invites men in no one can resist me and my desires. For millennia women have been portrayed as the weaker sex. This stereotype is the most annoying of all its an embarrassment to all women who have again and again showed that are as capable if not more so than men. To me men are just tools to satisfy my desires. Again and again men have demonstrated their inferiority under my power that they are weak unable to resist temptation. And tonight will be no different. He will gratify me until the very end. He lasted all night long and we even tried a couple new positions I wanted to try. Even after he fell asleep he was amazing. When I was done I drew my dagger from my pile of clothes and slit his throat. I took all the money in his wallet and some food from his fridge (hey my services aren’t cheap.) I went and started my car and drove to the next state over to start all over again with another man. I have killed a total of 32 men nation wide one in every state and no one can ever find me