Chapter 6 Chapter Four

For a serial killer, conformity is fatal.Even more so if you're a pedophile killer and you've got the attention of Dexter the Avenger.Presumably no one had ever given McGregor that kind of advice, so he was completely unaware of his situation. He left the office by the back door at 6:30 pm as usual, pulled the big Ford SUV into traffic, and I followed him home. McGregor's home is located on Southwest 80th Street, a small house with a concrete slab structure.There is a tall, dense hedge on the other side of the house just enough to block the neighbors from seeing what is going on in the yard.

I scouted, made a plan, and went home.I've got my net wide open for McGregor and I'm just waiting for the moment to pull it out.The thought made my blood race, and my inner companion was anticipating, trembling with excitement.I paced up and down the apartment, impatient to do it now, and calmly waiting.Nightcrawler can't wait to gain control, and it's up to him to drive this body.I could feel the desire churning through me, leaving me with a ready orgasm. The moon rose in the sky, and the silver light dispelled the heat of the day, and the Miami night mixed with the fragrance of withered roses blew on my skin, and also made the night walker more active.

it's time. We went out together into the bright night.In the blink of an eye I was there, in the shadow of the McGregor hedges, watching, waiting, listening to the warning coiled around my wrist, whispering to me to be patient. I put on my white silk mask and prepare to begin. Unhurriedly, I crept out of the shadow of the hedge and placed a children's plastic piano among the gladiolus bushes under the window.The bright red and blue toy piano plays several songs on repeat until the battery dies: "Jingle Bells" first, then "Old MacDonald," then "London Bridge."I opened it and retreated back into the shadow of the hedge.

The melody is played over and over, which is enough to drive anyone crazy, but it may be particularly effective for someone like McGregor, whose only thoughts are children. On the third run of "London Bridge," he staggered out, dumbfounded and terrified.He frantically clawed at the hedge until he found something that was making a noise—and it was singing "Jingle Bells" again now. He walked over and bent slightly to reach for the little plastic piano.Before he even had time to be surprised, I put a noose tightly around his neck.This fishing line is tested to hold up to 50 lbs.He straightened up to resist, but I tightened the noose and he had to change his mind.

"Be honest," Darkwalker and I ordered in unison, "this way you can live longer." He heard his own ending from this sentence, and struggled unwillingly.I tightened the noose tightly and held it tightly. Seeing that he was about to pass out, I quickly let go. "Do as I say, understand?" He nodded and I let him breathe. I took his car keys and we got into his big SUV together.I let him drive, and I sat behind him, holding on to the noose, and just let him live, which of course he didn't last long. "What do you want?" He tried to make a deal with me, "I have money."

"Want everything," I said, "buy me a boy." I pulled the noose tight and held it there for a few seconds. The noose was so tight that he couldn't breathe. This also made him understand that I knew his crime and that I had the final say here.