The Killer waited patiently. He knew this would be his best work ever. The pretty blond wouldn't be so pretty when he was done with her. He pulled over to offer her a ride. It had been a slow night and Brandy just wanted to go home. She had only made about two hundred dollars and was tired of sucking off old perverts. "I really need to get a real job." she thought to herself. That's when he pulled up in a black Mustang. She looked at him. "Young and cute, could I be so lucky?" she thought. "Hi Big Boy, ya lookin to party?" she asked, hiking up her miniskirt to expose herself to him. "Yeah baby, get in, I'm looking to fuck!" he replied excitedly. She jumped in and quickly put her seatbelt on. "I wouldn't want you to get a ticket sweet stuff." she said, while grabbing him between the legs. "You're not a cop are you?" she asked him. "No I'm not a cop." he replied pulling off. "So where are you taking me?" she asked, continuing to play with him. I'm taking you back to my place, we can have so much fun there." he said, looking at her with his cold blue eyes. He was really cute. "Bluish grey eyes, dark black hair. "Maybe he dyed it that way." she thought to herself. He was kind of gothic looking, dressed all in black, even his finger nails were black and he seemed to be tattooed everywhere. He sort of reminded her of her ex boyfriend back home. Man, why did I have to leave Cleveland? Everyone told her that it was hard to make it in Hollywood, if only she had listened, then maybe she wouldn't be fucking strangers for money. She would have stayed in college and gotten her Law degree, but no, she had to come to Hollywood and try to make it as an actress. "I think after tonight, I'll buy a plane ticket home. I'm tired of living this way." she thought to herself. The drive seemed to take forever. "Where in the hell does this guy live, bum fucked Egypt?" she thought. Finally they pulled into a driveway. The house was huge, the kind of house she dreamt of owning, once she made it big. "This is your place?" she asked. "Yeah, this is it." he replied. "We're going down into the basement, if you don't mind." he explained. "No that's cool, why are you married and don't want to fuck me in your wife's bed?" she asked. "No, I'm not married, that's just where I do all my work at." he explained taking off his leather jacket, exposing his arms. "Nice Tattoos, where did you have them done?" she asked. "I do them myself, down in my basement." he replied coyley. "Oh, so that's what you meant when you said you do all your work down there??" "Yes, that and other things." he said, smiling wickedly. "Maybe I can get you to give me a tattoo one day." she said, trying to make small talk. "Oh don't you worry your pretty little self about that, I plan to give you one." he replied. "Oh I get it screwed and tattooed, am I right?" she asked. "Yes something like that." he said, unlocking the basement door and flipping on the lights.---(Im going to fast forward a little bit.) She went in and got on the bed, he immediately began to tie her hands to the bed post. "Ouch, not too tight honey, you'll cut off my circulation. Then he went and tied her feet to the bedpost. "So you really want a tattoo?" he asked her. "Yeah some day, I wouldn't mind getting one." she replied. "Look at this one right here." he said, taking off his shirt and showing her the one on his chest. "What is that, some sort oif devil beheading a woman?" she asked him. "Yes the demon, he represents me and that woman, that's the last woman I brought back here." he replied maniacally. "What do you mean, the last woman you brought back here?" she asked him nervously. "Yes that's how I killed her. I cut her fuckin head off!" he yelled wickedly. "Oh my God, tell me you're joking right?" she said in terror. "No bitch, I'm not joking with you, I brought you back here to kill you!" he screamed enraged. "No please, let me go, this isn't fun anymore!" she cried out fearfully. "Who said it's not fun anymore?" he asked, as he began slapping her---(I'm going to ff just a little) "But why, what have I done to you?" she sobbed. "I thought you wanted to screw me?" she cried. "Oh don't worry, you're already screwed you dumb whore!" he snapped. She began kicking and screaming, as he left the room. "Oh God please let this be a nightmare!" she cried. Suddenly he returned holding up a meat cleaver. "No please don't!" she whined. "Look at my new toy." he said calmly as he held it up, then at once, he brought it down, severing her left leg. She began writhing in pain as the horror set in. Blood began to spurt out like a river covering the bed and dowsing him. He brought it up again, this time chopping off her right arm. She began flailing around. "No please stop!" she screamed. He started laughing insanely, as he smeared the blood all over his face and chest. The blood formed a pool around her body. He brought the meat cleaver up and licked it, then once more brought it down, this time lopping off her head, as it rolled off the bed and onto the floor. He picked it up and watched her facial expressions, still twitching. "Beautiful!' he said, as he kissed her lips, then he took out a filleting knife and carefully cut off her breast. "I'll keep this one and I'll send one to Lieutenant Bailey. It's time I let him know that I'm back---(I'm going to ff) "Wait to they get this in the mail, the lieutenant is gonna shit himself!" he said excitedly, tattooing his signature on the breast before neatly wrapping it. DOOMSDAY! It read. Then he took his tattoo gun and began to painstakingly engrave Brandy's headless corpse. When he was finished it would show her being hacked apart by a demon weilding a meat cleaver.-- (that's all I'm giving you now. If anyone is interested in this story when it's finished please contact me thanks The SinisterOne