I found him,
Asleep in a hotel room.
He looked peaceful,
Innocent.
But he was not.
I thought it quite rude,
How I decided to intrude,
But did I care?
Would he?
His consistent breaths
Sickened me.
How he thought he could just…
Live.
How he slept.
How he was unconscious,
But alive,
Enraged me.
I taped his mouth,
And straddled his body.
His arms were prisoners,
To my knees.
He was awake now,
Wide-eyed.
And I felt…
Pleasure.
I felt pleasure in knowing,
In seeing the fear in his eyes.
He squirmed about,
But accomplished nothing.
I pinched his nose
And watched.
Watched,
As I took away his life.
Just before his last second,
I whispered in his ear:
What brings me the most joy,
Is knowing you feel so..
Weak.