Prologue

Do I regret killing all those people? I would have to say no not one bit. I loved to watch the light leave their eyes, the last little breath leaving their lungs made me shiver with joy. I could not name my favorite way to see somebody die.

Nonetheless, I still got caught. I was sloppy my first couple of times and left some less than desirable DNA behind. Eventually, they were able to pin me to the murders through some bullshit ancestry site that one of my relatives used.

I still feel I was doing gods work. Punishing the evil and maybe having a little fun along the way. Who can blame me? A young 23-year-old woman in her prime bored to death.

I loved the thrill of crime shows like Dexter and took some liberties from them. Who would care if I went out and killed some pedophile? They made it so easy as well. I could find them through this nifty site they had to be registered to. It was almost inviting me to end their lives.

Eventually, I got braver and braver with my justice. I would promise the pedo that if he would admit his guilt and beg for forgiveness I would let him go. Setting up a camera I had planned to give their victims a little present. Why should these monsters be alive when their victims have to live with the pain they had been subjected to. Giving them some form of relief is the least I could do.

No matter how many of my videos hit the internet the pedos would still beg. "Please I promise to change! I'll do anything please please." Ah, music to my ears every time. " Don't worry your little head I'm sure they will forgive you. But you must know if I don't punish you how will they believe you are sorry?"

Like most entertainers, I started tame; let them cry say they are sorry and then slit their throats, simple and nice. But like most YouTubers or tv shows the people yearn for the spectacle. Cutting off their fingers one by one, Flaying their skin, pulling out every tooth with pliers there was no end to the fun.

Could this have contributed to me being caught? Probably, it certainly helped narrow it down. I could not afford a voice changer so it was obvious that I was a woman. While I had a mask, it did not seem to be the best protection of my identity. If the evidence they read out in court was any indication, it was a bad move. They had my height, hair color, my voice, and a bunch of stupid things.

"Any last words?" Said a prison guard.

"Strapped to the last chair I will ever sit in, I have only a few words for the families sitting behind this two-way mirror. I REGRET NOTHING, I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT. I hope when I go to hell I get to torture your sons and daughters again. I hope you hate me, I revel in it.

*Cough* "flip it"

"yes sir"