The blood trickled down as I slit straight down the forearm. The crimson color complimented the bronze of his skin. It glistened in the dim light of his bedroom. 

 I, for one, was quite enjoying this, while he wheezed and struggled to escape the scratchy rope that was restraining him to his own bed. It was an amazing view, to see one that made others suffer fall to the same fate. Of course, this may have been hypocritical, but there are always reasons to what I do even if it may not be clear yet.

 The man with bronze skin has done far worse than torture someone, like me. He has committed many more crimes than I, and let me say, I have committed lots of crimes. He has been known for human trafficking, assault, and torturing so far. He may have done more, but of that, we do not know. He has done all of these over and over and over again just to make money!

 It makes me sick, I mean, how could you bring innocent people into your dirty work. Do your own dirty work and clean it up yourself. I can't stand these halfwits! Do it yourself you dirty mongrels. 

 So, in order to fix this cruel world, I must get rid of these damn people, no, they aren't even people! These monsters! Ugh, they make me so damn frustrated. 

 Without realizing it, I dug the knife deeper into his arm, as it poured out the warm, glistening blood. I get so heated during moments like these and need to remember to enjoy the insufferable pain on their now regretful faces!

He just won't hold still, dammit! I pull the knife out, slowly but surely, and clean the blade. He doesn't have any sheets on the bed, and he only has his boxers on so I do the only thing I can do to clean it. I lick it clean. 

 Once I do so, I carve a little smiley in his side, because all the people who he has hurt, and caused pain too, they should be able to be happy. Especially knowing that he's gone now! 

 I end him off with a final lacerate. Alrighty now! I know that licking the blade will leave evidence, but the police already know who I am. They know who I have put an end too, and they know how I like to run things down here. But they don't know why I do what I do, and I plan on keeping it like that.

 The police think I'm doing this for fun, and that's why I put a smiley face. They think I'm some horrific monster, but I don't think I am. I know that I shouldn't be killing people... but that's the only way to protect myself from them.

 'The people down that path' know who I am too. They know that if they don't kill me, I will kill them for what they've done to my family. To my husband. And to innocent people. I will show them what they showed me! With no mercy, of course.

 And I shall not tell you more. Not now at least. Right now I need to call the police and make a run for it. They should know I have gotten rid of one more killer. One more criminal. Which means one less body. I shall see you later to tell you more. But for now, I should clean up and leave. 

 For next time, I will show you, or should I say tell you, on who I will get next. I will tell you my target and what they have done. I will show you how the police know me, and maybe even how I started this. I don't know how I will tell you, but I will. I will make you listen, but I shall do it with respect. I may only hope you can listen with the same respect I show you, because you are innocent, and are worthy of my story. I must hurry before the police arrive but for next time my dearies! Goodbye. :)