…“I regret many things my dear, and though some of those may seem trivial to you, they still complete the puzzle that is me. But, if it’ll make you feel better, I do freely admit that I regret allowing you to think I cared enough for you to believe I would be thinking of you whilst I was away,” he spits with a wicked grin across his lips. “But then I also regret that I killed the whore before she had finished her task.”
“W-W-W-What?” Bethany stammers through shaking lips as tears tumble down her cheeks.
“The whore in Ipswich, while I was away dear, please keep up.” he snarls with a playful wink as he dances gracefully around the room. “I’ll be the first to admit that I would not call myself a necrophiliac, but as I was almost there, I decided to finish myself inside her dead warm corpse, and I was pleasantly rewarded with the results. Have I done it again since, many times now that I have lost count, but it does not define or control who I am.”
“W-W-What?” Bethany sobs once again.
He comes to a Risky Business stylised sliding stop before her and thrusts his hand into the deep pockets of his silk jumpsuit.
“Are you unable to hear or are we having some type of communication issue?” he asks as he lowers his sunglasses to the tip of his nose and tilts his head to the side.…