This time it’s a young boy, probably in his late twenties. He’s really cute, but he’s a flirt and a brute.

“You want it, huh?” he asks me, as he’s done “fixing” my car.

“Depends, how good are you?” I string him along.

“Get in the car, we can do it in the backseat, then you can see how hot I am.” He leans over and kisses my lips. I kiss him back.

“I know a deserted house, let’s go there. More privacy.” I say. He agrees and follows me.
****
We get intimate almost the minute we walk in the house. I must admit, he’s really good. I get off the bed, he’s still out. I grab my grinder. He’s woken up by the sound of my grinder. He’s not scared.

“You want to get kinky and rough, hey?” he asks. I nod.

“Let me tie you on the bed.” I kiss his lips. He agrees. I tie him up, then I stand up and fetch my grinder again.

I bring it up to his chest. He’s amused. He wants to see what I’ll do. He’s waiting, anticipating. I grind into his chest, he screams, cries and tries breaking free, he can’t break free. He begs for his life, I feel no remorse for him. I grind and grind and grind, till there are no more screams and cries.

My bed is covered in blood. I chopped his entire body. I take the parts and put them in a black plastic, then throw it out not too far from the police station again. That’s where I always leave my victims.

I wake up and I’m tired. I’ve killed about 67 men, and I have not killed the one I actually want dead. Bra Fingers. I get dressed and drive to the lokshin. Bra Fingers’s house comes into full view. The biggest house in the area. It’s quiet, which is highly unusual. Bra Fingers always has company sticking around. His two eldest sons are at university, and then his two younger kids are at boarding school. I park three houses away from his home.

I walk there; silence. Thando opens up – she’s the housekeeper.

“Go home, Thando,” Bra Fingers says. He only wants me and him in the house,” I say.

“He didn’t say anything to me,” she replies.

“I’m telling you now. Or do you want me to call him, and tell him that you’re disobeying his direct orders?” I say. She shakes her head, grabs her stuff, and walks out.

****

Bra Fingers doesn’t come till it’s around ten o’clock. He’s with two women; they look like prostitutes. He gets alarmed when he sees me.
“How did you get in?” he asks.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left. I’m nothing without you,” I say, managing to squeeze a few tears out of my beautiful eyes. He buys the act.

“Show me how sorry you are. Join me and the girls,” he says.

“I just want it to be you and me daddy,” I say, brushing his beer belly.

“Leave you little good for nothings,” he says, throwing money at the two women. They take it gratefully and walk out.

***

Tell us: Do you think she will be able to kill Bra Fingers? Why or Why not?