CHAPTER 4

“Many men are motivated to commit violent acts, just like me. Without a doubt and without exception, each of them is deeply involved with extreme sadism, pornography, anthropophagy, pedophilia and torture.”

The crazy people would look at the photos and indulge themselves, it was just their thoughts, what could people like Patrick Tempus, or Richthofen, even Brianna Bardot have? They could also have these thoughts, the pathology of these characters made them live daily between pleasure and pain; sadism and torture, they obtained satisfaction by inflicting pain on their victims and in this case, they were deeply committed to the creation of shape-shifters, which would change the social style that we currently know.

Every day began with a new dawn and during that new dawn, much more repulsive fantasies awoke in Patrick Tempus, which made him feel like a God inflated with impunity, pleasure, satisfaction and much more, knowing that he had two great friends as allies; you could practically say that they were almost brothers, but brothers by profession as serial killers, because they were not blood brothers, at least not for now…

The satisfaction that Patrick felt, at this moment, was great, enormous, the feeling could not be described because of how great he felt, so much so that he already knew who his next victims would be and this time he would resort to the most vulnerable, the people who were capable of selling their bodies for a few hundred coins: those who got pregnant on a crazy night with a stranger and did not give importance to having an abortion or having one, they simply had one goal in this world and it was to satisfy the desires of some pervert in exchange for money. There is no being that can sell itself more frequently than a prostitute, they would go with someone for just a hundred coins… or they could simply give oral sex to someone who asked them, giving their body to anyone was the daily bread for these beings, running the risk that anyone could come, beat them and even kill them, but I don’t think that rape had any kind of value for a prostitute, because after all their weapon must be more dilated and bulging than normal.

Child prostitution was something that you could find everywhere, even in some shopping mall, and if you look around you, you find many teenagers between thirteen and nineteen, who sell their bodies for less than a hundred, even for nothing, simply to satisfy the desire that throbs between their legs and these were the type of people who used to get pregnant much faster, since their hormones did not allow them to keep their legs or their butts closed; They always had to have something close to their intimacies in order to feel comfortable... or as they would say, filled with a euphoria they had never experienced, but this ended when they got pregnant... And although some resorted to abortions and continued with their day to day, others did not pay attention to them, continuing with their day to day, even when they were pregnant, and there was always some decrepit old man who could pay for their services, or who could simply convince them with simple gifts like a chocolate, or maybe take them out to eat or something similar; and Patrick Tempus, had his sights on his next twenty-five victims, all teenagers, all between fourteen and nineteen years old... girls who were practically learning to live, but who did not know how to control their hormones and ended up sleeping with anyone, and that is what would happen tonight while Patrick drove his latest model vehicle, but discreet, where it could be noticed that you had money, but at the same time it was known that you were someone you did not have to bother; and above all, he had on his phone, very detailed, the images of the young women from whom he was going to request their service, but perhaps these young women could not see the light of day again, only because they had just entered the wolf's mouth and not even their sweet and innocent little faces could make this predator quench his thirst tonight, because Patrick Tempus was on the hunt; and his victims, upon entering his nets, could no longer avoid what was coming to them as an essential part of the project to create metamorphs... he was about to be born, he could practically smell the sweet taste of the chemicals breaking his veins; and this was something that excited him to such an extent, that it could drive him crazy, but his excitement could not be satisfied by any prostitute; any woman; not even a man, because for him, these beings were despised, inferior and even worthless. …

Each one of these creatures fell one by one,,, and when he finished picking up the women of that night, they were all unconscious in the back of his discreet limousine a, they all seemed to sleep peacefully, some were seven months pregnant, others were eight; some were about to give birth and still went out to be sold... there were some who were five months, but that didn't matter to him, because among the twenty-five girls he had picked up that night, at least the uterus of one could sustain and give life to a metamorph, and this was what excited Patrick Tempus even more to continue, who didn't waste time; and upon reaching his mansion, in the dense darkness he didn't need help to get the twenty-five girls down and leave them in his basement for nothing, he was a strong, reckless man, someone who made himself desired; And that was the role that Patrick was going to play tonight perfectly, he was going to let them seduce him until their bodies could explode from the pleasure they were going to feel, because tonight there were no winners, since Patrick Tempus had won, even before meeting them…

Before the girls woke up, Patrick had distributed all kinds of sharp objects on the floor in a hidden way… and the aphrodisiac that was synthesized in the environment, made it impossible for any of them not to crawl to his body, but unfortunately, when they began to walk to Patrick they cut themselves, but they could not feel the pain because their desperate excitement was on the surface and was uncontrollable, their legs began to deform to such a degree, that they had to fall to their knees and crawl to where he was, but Patrick began to play with a device that he had on his wrist and holes began to appear on the ground, the girls who fell were caught and pierced by butcher items like hooks, which pierced their bodies bloody and mercilessly… The screams of anguish and pain were a perfect melody for Tempus, as one by one they fell, until none of them remained standing. After a few minutes, the lifeless and shattered bodies of the girls were held by more hooks and returned again to the surface hanging from them…

Patrick took on the task of examining their bodies one by one, finding that the fetuses were weak and useless, except for one that remained in a natural state, while its mother was dying of pain and begging for her life, and it was then that Patrick learned that she was one of those chosen to carry a shapeshifter…

The girl was sixteen years old, her name was Elizabeth Grey and she was seven months pregnant, so by injecting her with morphine he calmed her pain and transferred her to a conservation chamber on the third floor…

The lifeless bodies of the other women were cremated, but Patrick had kept for himself three fetuses of about five months each, which were dead… and the genetic material was not the only thing that Patrick liked him, because that day he cooked and tasted that genetic material in an exquisite way and while he bit and savored his cooked and juicy meat, his mouth filled with pleasure and victory…

It was a complete happiness that made him remember that once in his life there was a younger sister, who was also the origin of the most lasting friendship “Richthofen and Patrick”, and how his parents told him the dream of his conception, based on that one night by the sea in a rented house, they had fallen deeply asleep, but the tiredness was so strong that they even hallucinated seeing two men standing in front of the bed in which they were, one of them, his mother remembered that he had white hair and eyes of two colors between red and violet, while the other was a totally abstract figure for her clouded vision, but what was true was that the white-haired man placed a brilliant energy in his belly, said energy cried like a baby separated from its mother, while his parents were completely immobile, but in The dreamlike state of sleep, when they woke up, the only thing they both remembered was that strange and complex dream, however, they were left with the doubt of why the floor was completely soaked with water, as if they had thrown buckets of water all night on the place, after this, it was after three days, when they found out that she was pregnant, which was a miracle, since they had both been trying to get pregnant for years. Her mother explained it as a gift from the gods of the sea, while her father said that at last his sperm had managed to fertilize her mother's egg, that was the craziest story they had ever told her, but they told it with such sincerity, that it could be perceived as a real and raw fact even if it was pure fantasy, however, if that fantasy had happened, it was purely because it was written in the time that she would know the most lasting friendship: that of "Richthofen and Patrick"...