He called customer service to complain about his cable going out, and within minutes I was dispatched to his house. Earlier in the day, I severed his cable line and parked around the corner, so it took me less than five minutes to respond. When I arrived at his residence, he was shocked by my response time; he joked that it usually takes maintenance several hours.

He invited me inside and offered me a glass of orange juice, but I refused because I only drink freshly squeezed. I asked him to show me where the cable wire was, and he pointed out the window to the pole in his backyard. I informed him that I had to return to my vehicle to get the tools to repair the severed cable line.

Back at my van, I grabbed a ladder, two pairs of handcuffs, rope, my toolbox, a slapjack, and my pink duffel bag. He saw that I struggled to get everything up the steps, so he offered to help. I handed him the ladder and the pink duffel bag, and once we crossed the door’s threshold, I struck him over the head with the slapjack knocking him unconscious. I then moved him into the kitchen and set him at the table. Once at the table, I handcuff both his arms to the chair and use the rope to tie his legs. I retrieved my ladder and toolbox and headed to the backyard to repair the severed wire.

By the time I returned to the kitchen, he had already started to regain consciousness. Scared and confused, he began to cry for help, so I placed a gag in his mouth. I then grabbed my pink duffle bag from underneath the table and removed a stick of bubbalicious, a polaroid camera, a syringe, and a rubber rope.

I Slowly unwrap the bubblicious and tie the rope around his left arm. He struggled and tried desperately to free himself from my restraints, but it was futile. Once the Rope was snug around his arm, I searched for a vein and injected him with the syringe.

His veins begin to collapse, and his bloodstream becomes filled with opioids. Oxygen flow became limited, and permanent brain damage started to occur. This interfered with the receptors between his brain and heart, causing his heart rate to slow down. Fluid started to fill up the air spaces of his lungs, which caused foaming at the mouth. Within minutes he was paralyzed, and his Lips and fingernails began to turn blue. The pauses between his breaths became longer, but right before the light left his eyes, I snapped a picture of him with my Polaroid camera. I am a serial killer, and this is my design.