She is running away. I can almost feel the fear she is feeling. I relish having this kind of hold on people. Her beauty is breathtaking, and all I want to do is take it away from her. It’s neither jealousy nor desire. No. I enjoy having the ability to place fear in people.

Ruby: I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. The pressure is so much that I feel like it will pop out of my chest. I can hear the heavy footsteps of my ex-boyfriend behind me. I saw the red flags he was not normal on our first date. Why did I decide to meet him in the woods? Am I crazy, out of my mind?

She is breathing so heavily that I smile with pleasure. Little does she know I have experience with the art of murder. Many women of her kind have been subjected to my charisma and then had to face my psychopathic alter ego.

Ruby: I can win this. My training regime as a model allows me to outrun him. The only problem is- he is as fast as I am.

Her hair is flying with the wind, the blonde streaks glistening in the sunlight. Darkness will soon fall upon us. Then she will meet the most painful demise.

Ruby: The sun is setting. I can’t appreciate the beautiful scenery. For once in my life, I am at risk, and I need to think of a way to save myself.

Her clothes soaked with perspiration. Funny how even those in the spotlight cease to care about appearance when their life is in danger. Maybe we are the same after all: those in the spotlight and those who aren’t.

Ruby: He is catching up to me. My legs feel like they are about to give way.

Let me just tease her. Give her a head start. Then jump out in front of her. Pounce at her like a tiger.

Ruby: I think I can make it. Mama, I will see you again. This is my chance. I can run to that cabin and call for help.

Three, two, one action! I yank her voluminous hair back not yet injuring her. She had an almost triumphant look on her face but now: utter fear and surprise are marked on her face. I smile so hard that my molar teeth show. Her sea-blue eyes are pleading with me to show mercy. This pushes me over the edge, and I put her on my back.

When we arrive at the cabin, I throw her slim body onto the dilapidated floorboards. She screams, and this is my fuel to further her suffering. I walk over to the corner of the room and get my pre-equipped duffel bag. I smell the contents of the bag. Today I want to make her bleed.

Ruby: I know this is the end of the line for me. Slowly, I force myself to accept my fate. His eyes stare at me, filled with happiness and pleasure.

First, I pull out a machete. I push it into her flat abdomen, and the wound bleeds. Without hesitation, I begin to strangle her with my gloved hands. I laugh as her eyes pop out from her head. Life begins to leave her body. Unsatisfied, I slash her neck, arms and legs-the blood oozing out. The hue of the blood such a crimson colour that I run my fingers through it. The heat of the blood showing me the insignificance of humans like Ruby. One more victim on my long list of victims. I walk out of the entrance to the cabin, place her body in the grass and walk away. I’m proud.

Detective: Ruby is amongst the long list of models that have been murdered by an unknown killer. We as a police department are unable to catch this killer as no traces are left behind. Ruby’s body completely decomposed and mutilated; the peculiar thing about this case is- her left hand is clean. No traces of blood. Reserved as if to make a message.