“Oh, look, you’re awake again.
“Does it hurt, darling? Don’t worry, your wounds are superficial so far. Wouldn’t want you dying before I’m done with you, now would I?
“Mm, how sweet, look at the surprise on your face, even after several hours. I’m won’t pretend it’s not gratifying.
“Do you remember me from the other day, sweetie? I know we’ve never met officially, but we bumped into each other at the coffee shop. You were ahead of me in line and you paid for my drink. It might have even been a sweet thing to do if it weren’t for that creepy, perverted, and condescending smile on your face. What is it with guys like you? You think that just because you do something polite for a woman you’re attracted to they’re just going to drop down and blow you right there. Fucking creep.
“Now, don’t worry, your creepy smile isn’t the reason your about to die… What? I can’t hear you through the gag, but if you were trying to say that I think you are, then the answer is, yes, you are going to die.
“Where was I? Oh, right, the reason you’re going to die. So, being a misogynistic prick wasn’t enough, that just brought you to my attention. The reason you’re going to die is because of what happened at the bar the next night. You were out with your little frat boy gang of friends, the one’s who still think their the kings of their college even though you’re all nearly 40. It’s so clichhé and pathetic, darling. I watched as the lot of you got drunk and harassed that poor waitress until she went into the bathroom and wept. That was what sent me over the edge, and sealed your fate.
“Granted, there were other things you did along the way as I’ve followed you these last few days. You’re just not a very nice person. And, this is what I do. I just got so tired of seeing assholes like you spreading their bullshit all over the world. Dicks like you always win, they treat everyone they feel is beneath them – which, let’s be honest, is just about everyone – like shit.
“Well, this time, you lose. I’ve seen to that. You’re going to feel pain tonight. You’re going to feel sorry for what you’ve done, even if it is out of purely selfish motives. You’re going to beg me for life and feel what it feels like to see someone else with all the power. Then, you’re going to die, and you won’t die well, my sweet. It’s going to hurt, you’re going to suffer, and I’m going to savor this memory for the rest of my life, just like I’ve savored the memories of the men who’ve come before you.
“I’m like Dexter, but without that silly code, and without all those daddy issues, and with really great tits. Ha, I knew that would surprise you. You think that a woman can’t appreciate her own sexuality without wanting to fuck everyone who looks at her. Well, fuckwad, no, that’s not how it works. I know I’m beautiful, I love sex, and I wouldn’t go near you for anything. You’re disgusting.
“Blech, such a dirtbag.
“Oh, I almost forgot, look at this! This is new, an idea that struck me just the other day. I’ve been trying to decide what my serial killer calling card would be, when it struck me: why not a real card? See, it’s the queen of hearts! That’ll be me, I’ll be the ‘Queen of Hearts’ in the newspapers and such. Like the red queen in Alice in Wonderland. ‘Off with their heads!’
“Hm, but I can’t cut off your actual head, that would end our fun. I’ll just have to cut off your other head instead.
“Oh, now don’t hyperventilate, you’ll only make yourself feel worse. Let’s see, this pocket knife should be perfect for this part. Off with your head, darling. Off with your head.