I matched with her on Tinder, and after a couple of weeks of chatting, we decided to go out on a date. When I stopped by to pick her up, I was shocked to find out she and her ex-husband still lived together. She was drop-dead gorgeous, a perfect ten in every category. Her lips were plump and full; her red hair was curly and thick, and she was also curvy in all the right places. in addition, Her ex-husband was also gorgeous; maybe if she doesn’t work out, I’ll take a couple of swings at him.

She loved Italian food, so I took her to Carmine’s. She ordered lasagna, and I ordered chicken parmigiana. I can tell She enjoyed the lasagna; according to her, it melted in her mouth. Furthermore, my chicken parmigiana tasted like authentic Italian food, so I was content. After dinner, we went on a carriage ride around Central Park; she was impressed by my knowledge of the landmarks. Once the ride was over, we decided to walk around Time-Square.

We walked for hours, enjoying the street performers; we even got our picture painted. After a while, she was ready to go home, but I talked her into coming back to my house. On the ride home, we spoke of our fantasies, and she confessed to me being her first woman. However, this information wasn’t new to me because I’ve been stalking her for months.

We made out the whole ride home, passionately kissing and caressing each other. When we arrived at my house, we were already familiar with each other’s body. I grabbed her hand and led her downstairs to a secret room in my basement. I told her she could scream as loud as possible because the room was soundproof. I slowly removed her clothes and tied her to the bed. I then turned the light off and left the room.

I returned to the room wearing a long-sleeve yellow hazmat jumpsuit with an attached hood and black face mask and dragging a hand-forged nordic hammer. I strolled to the edge of the bed where her head was and lifted the hammer above my head. She asked me to turn the lights on, and I replied, are you scared? No, she answered, then with all my might, I brought the Nordic hammer down, crushing her skull with one blow. I turned on the lights to clean up the mess she and I made, but I was interrupted by my phone notifying me of another match on Tinder. I am a serial killer, and this is my design.