Killer Seduction

Kazimir's POV: For me, life has always been kinda rough. I have always been dealt a bad hand at this game called life. But I can say one thing for certain I have always loved the thrill that I get from a kill. And to be truly honest with you if I had to choose my favorite type of killing someone I would have to say that it is the feeling of slowly ripping my victims' skin off of their bodies and seeing their bloody nerves and tendons as they scream in pain and agony. That sound is truly sweet music to my ears. And their blood, just the feeling and the smell of the iron-scented, red liquid alone sends me into a state of euphoria. My home used to be the rough streets of the Bronx, New York. That's where I first started killing people. I used to pick my victims out at random as they walked down the streets. I would then follow them and display my facade of the helpful person. Boy, those fucktards were stupid. After following them around for a couple of days I would then call them out to meet me at a certain location. When they showed up at the location I would be nowhere around and they didn't even notice me coming up behind them and knocking them out. From there I would drag them into an abandoned building and from there I would have my fun. I would start up by chaining them up and then I would wake them up by dumping a bucket of ice cold water on them. Once they were awake, I would start off by beating and torturing them until they were nothing but a crying, shriveling bloody mess. I then unchained them and placed them on a pile of plastic. Then I would cut their clothes from their bodies and then begin to slice at their skin. I would begin by slicing at the skin on their faces and then continue cutting all the way down their naked bodies. What can I say I've always loved the sight of a person's inner beauty. After cutting their skin I would then start pulling and tugging at their skin on their faces until it started coming off and the nerves and tendons were visible and then dismember their bodies and bury the parts. I led that life of crime until I decided to take my killing spree to Virgina. One simple mistake that I made by leaving my victim alive was what lead me to be arrested and sent here to death row. My total number of murders goes into the hundreds and most of my victims were never found. Now I just sit in this damn prison cell contemplating on how these people are going to kill me. Hopefully, it will be a slow and painful death but you never know what these people will decide to do with me. As I sit here on my miserable excuse for a bed while trying to draw in a sketch pad that I bought in the prison commissary with the money that I had that the wasn't taken from me when I was arrested. As I continue to sketch the images of the people that I met before I was arrested. I hear the sound of multiple heavy footsteps stop in front of my cell door and get up from my seated position on the bed and place my sketch pad on top of my small metal table that I eat from, turn towards the door as I hear people talking outside of it. I then watched as my lunch door opened and saw the warden's pudgy face staring at me. "Kaz, we're coming in. I need for you to back away from the door." He said in a stern voice. I c****d my head to the side and popped my stiff neck. "And if I don't back away from the door?" "Then you know what's going to happen to you. Now, I know you don't want to smell tear gas this early in the morning so I would highly advise you to back away from the door. Now. Kaz!" Not really feeling in the mood to smell that s**t and wanting the fat bastard to shut up, I backed up two spaces. As soon as I did so the lunch door closed with a heavy slam and I watched as the cell door flew open, and several armored prison guards came rushing in. Immediately they handcuffed me and placed leg cuffs on me. I saw one of the new guards that they hired just a couple of weeks ago and jumped at him. I heard a small squeak come from his throat and saw him shake a little. "Now, now, little man be careful that you don't piss yourself." I bellowed with a smirk. As soon as those words left my lips I felt one of the guards grab my arm and pulled me out of my tiny prison cell and then led me down a well-lightened hallway. On my right side I had the warden and on my left, I had that damn guard while the other miserable excuses of guards followed close behind. Feeling the need to ask what was going on I turned my head to the side and looked at the warden. "So, what's going on? Did they finally decide that it's time to kill me?" The warden shook his head and chuckled. "No, no. Nothing like that Kaz." "Well, then what is it?" I asked as I narrowed my eyes at him. "You have caught the attention of some people and they want to speak with you. That's all." "Oh, so I caught the attention of some more freaks huh. I wonder what they could possibly want from me?" "I don't know Kaz they didn't say. All they asked me to do was to bring you to them." He replied as he stopped at a doorway and placed his arms behind his back. I watched as one of the prison guards walked up from behind us and opened the door for me before they led me into the cold white-walled room that had two men in black suits inside that were sitting down at a small metal table and led me to a chair that was across from them, and uncuffed my hands and then cuffed them in front of me and then sat me down on the cold steel chair before they left and closed the heavy door. After they were gone I heard the blonde haired man clear his throat and then looked at me. "So, you're Kazimir Sharov, the Bronx Ripper." "Yep, that would be me. Now, what am I here for?" I asked snidely. The black haired man placed a beige folder with my booking picture on it on the table that looked like it was filled to the brim with papers and then looked to me. "I'm special agent Rick Miller and this is my partner special agent Randy Munn, we are here to ask for your help with a case." He said with a look of disgust on his face. As soon as I heard the words 'we need your help.' leave his lips I couldn't control it anymore and busted out laughing. "Oh my God isn't this something. The same people that caught me now needs my help. Please tell me that you're joking?" "This is not a joke I can assure you of that!" He said as he slammed his hands down on the table with a loud thump. I immediately stopped laughing and looked straight to his face. "Okay, well what kind of case are we talking about, agent Miller?" "That's special agent Miller to you. And the case that we're referring to is the case of a copycat that is trying to copy your style of murders." "So, basically it's a fraud trying to be me. Well, I apparently have a lot more twisted fans than I thought that I had." I replied with an evil smirk. Agent Munn sighed and scratched his head. "Yeah, you could say that." I leaned back against my chair and c****d my head to the side. "But that still doesn't answer my question about why I am here." I watched as agent Miller rose from his chair and walked around to where I was sitting. "Look, we are here to make a deal with you, and as much as this pains me to say this but we are here to tell you that you are getting released in order to help us with this case but the minute you get out of line is the minute that you get placed back on death row." "Okay, sounds good to me. But, I have a few requests from you, first." "I am not accepting a request from you. You are going to do what we tell you and that's it!" Agent Miller growled. "Calm down, Rick. Let's hear what the man has to say." Agent Munn said as he tried calming his partner down and then looked over at me. "Now Kazimir what kind of request do you have in mind?" "What I had in mind is that I want a partner. But, I want a woman as my partner. Also, I want my own place to stay." Agent Munn looked to his partner again who looked as if he could shoot lasers from his eyes. "Alright, I think we can do that." "Good, now when am I getting released?" I asked. Agent Miller removed his phone from his suit pocket and then tapped on the screen. "Right now as a matter of fact. They just got you processed back into our custody." He said as he picked up the folder and they both got up and walked over to me. "Time to go, Kazimir get up!" I rose from my chair as agent Miller grabbed me by the arm and led me outside of the room. We walked down the hall and up to the processing desk where they gave me a bag that contained some clothes and the few personal items that I had. After I had received the clothes I was quickly ushered into another small room where I quickly changed while under the close watchful eyes of the prison camera. After I had finished they led me outside the prison where I got to finally see what the outside of a prison cell looked like for the first time in four years. It was a beautiful sight. I continued to stare at my surroundings until I was pushed into the open car and then watched it slammed in my face. Before the two agents got in and drove us away from my former home.