The Diary of a Serial Killer

The tale is that of a man. Just a man. To everyone he is just a security officer running his rounds and doing his duty. His duty!
Duty is such a strong word. And yet his acts of depravity, mutilation, and torture screams an insane serial killer. But do you ever stop to wonder what goes on in the head of a serial killer?
Yes, you should. You never know. He could be among us. Just another John Doe.
This tale is an insider into the twisted warped ideologies and philosophies that would drive a man—or monster to carry out horrifying acts to seemingly unaware people.
He is a hunter, an executioner and in his own words, a human being. And in this diary, he would try to justify his deeds. But, this does not change the fact that he is a predator, and his prey, a woman, would never escape his web nor his killing sting.
Even as the world celebrated the New Year, her struggles could not be heard. Not until the clock struck twelve did she breathe her last.