Don’t Confuse The Two
**“Murder is not about lust and it’s not about violence. It’s about possession.” - Ted Bundy**
“I’ve been mistaken. See, I can admit when I’m wrong. That’s right, I’m back. You should be fairly familiar with me now. Right? You do remember me, right? You know, the guy with the tackle box.”
“Yeah. You remember me.”
“That quote that I read to you when you came in, that’s my inspiration. You could say Bundy is my muse. Possession is so much more powerful than lust. I never thought about it like that. I thought lust was the darkest of our desires.”
_I lick my lips. My throat is dry. You make my heart beat faster and that makes me uncomfortable._
“How would you kill me?”_ You ask a little too calmly._
_I smile to myself and close my eyes._
_I lick my lips and softly chuckle. I inhale and answer, _“I’d tie you to a pipe in my basement. I’d saw your foot off just to see when you’ll pass out.”_ I pause and take a deep breath._ “I‘ll press your eyes in till they pop.”
“What about my hands?”
_I meet your eyes for a moment and bite my lip. _“Good job. You remember. Most of your finger and wrist bones will go safely in my tackle box.”
_My eyes appear glassy, as if thinking about killing you is ripping me apart. _
_Finally, I look at your hair. You look like Jodie Foster and it’s incredibly distracting. I shake my head,_ “forget what I said about the eyes.”