I had to clean up the mess. This was the worst part of the process. Blood is such a mess I can’t even stand it. It gets everywhere. I’ve learned that draining them in a tub works. Just confines it to one area. The clothes I usually just drop in different donation bins. And the hair gets tossed in the school bins around campus. I’ve been quite good at the whole thing. I have it down to a routine. First a stalk and plan my attack. The attack isn’t anything ridiculous, it doesn’t draw attention. I just get to dress up and flirt with them as I lead them back to my apartment. They’re so dumb of course. Frat boys who think they own the world. They don’t. Women like me do. Once they’re in my apartment I drug their drink. Knocks them out in about 20 minutes and then I can start my real work. They are then stripped, dragged to my tub where I slice every inch of their skin. Just ever so slightly at first, then the cuts get deeper and deeper. They always ask why before I kill them. As if they think raping people doesn’t have a punishment.