chapter 5 Daven Miller ( killer)

He look too proud in the picture I have of him.

Tie straight. Smile fake. - DAVEN MILLER

I watched him for three weeks- a creature of habits. Same coffee shop, same jokes, same rotten laughter that mimics me everytime. He easily lied with his mouth. A finance man , respected, polished. But beneath?

A monster, A coward, A murder.

A man who tore away the only light I have left- MY ASHER.

Even if God forgives the man like DAVEN but I don't, never will.

I parked my fake delivery vehicle outside his house. Then started walking towards his house. My 10 inch shoe heavy specifically created to leave an even footprint to deceive. Plan perfectly in place.

He opened the door so easily.

He didn't recognized me.

A fake delivery batch and some friendly charm- people like DAVEN easily fell for it.

We was standing at the door way. He eyeing me hungrily. His rotten brain forming a plan to defile me.

I asked for A Glass of water. His grin widening thinking of spiking it. What A pig I thought.

But before he could turn I sprayed the drug - it's quick barely leaves A trace. Disappears from everything within 30 minutes. Noone could trace it I made sure of it when I created it.

He collapsed slow and confusion in his eyes. Like A puppet with the strings cut loose.

" You took everything from me" I whispered

The house was too quite, too isolated. Too perfect.

I may look small but I did A lot of training in last five years. I easily lifted him and took him to the room with A ceiling fan. His room.

Tied his wrists. Hung him from the fan naked. It took time. But I have time. I made sure of it.

He started coming to concious- right when I wanted him too. He blinked at me groggy.

"Who are you" He asked.

" You don't even remembered me do you"

His eyes widened, muffled sounds. Panic setting in.

Good

"Shhhh" I smiled brushing my gloved hand down his chest. " This won't take long"

I slid blade across his skin. Just once. Enough to wakeup his nerves.

He screamed. I paused.

" Feels different when you are the one bleeding, doesn't it."

I peeled him slowly. Chest first. Then arms. The knife danced like I was painting. His screams were music to my ears- sharp, broken, desperate.

His eyes filled with fear.

" You know how it feels like to watch a person you love die when the ones responsible walk free? No Of course you don't". I said peeling skin from his legs.

I held his face, blood dripping from my gloves.

"I do"

I yanked one tooth. Then another. Each time he scream, I smiled a little more. His body convulsed from pain- helpless.

"You could have stopped it"

A nail through his wrist. Another through his knee. His screams turned in chocked cries.

I yanked his tounge out a took my sweet time cutting it. I slit his throat last- slow deliberate.

Blood gushed down and then silence.

I dipped the white Camilla into his blood.

Innocence, love, loss .....all socked in crimson.

I paint the message on the wall.

RETURN GIFT FROM HONESTY

By the time I left my partner had already