"Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?" - "505" by Arctic Monkeys
Only 10 minutes until I got out of this hell. Only 10 more minutes until no one's around. I looked at my watch repeatedly, counting my ever-increasing insanity, to the woman in this room that I was going to have my knife against her throat later. She would taste good, I licked my lips every 30 seconds, slowly starting to get blisters on them, hope no one notices, even the woman, the knife I have in my pocket, it's a nice little number, my father gave it to me before I stabbed him with it. It was out of the pain he done unto me, as I will do unto others, even if they didn't deserve it, my mind tells me they do.
Now it's 8 minutes left. 8 minutes until I can get that woman under my blade. She shuffles across the room, to grab herself scotch, I felt everything she did. The cool shot glass against her fingertips, her lips against the edge of the glass, the burn of the scotch down her throat, the dress hugging her body and her footsteps against the floor. I sensed she would approach me soon, since she looked to have not enough money for her drink.
The woman's feet looked to have floated across the floor, or it was my childish imagination that I thought to have long lost, but her feet were approaching me, there was an extra sway in her hips, as if she was trying to seduce me.
"Could you help me out? I need ten dollars," the woman asked with a lilt in her voice. Fake Russian. She could have done better.
"I'm sorry, madam, but I could repay you in another way," I said back with a sultry smirk, pretending to want what she clearly wanted out of me.
The woman looked excited, shifting her legs slightly to accommodate to be eye-level with me. "Then come to my place, then." she smirked back and started grabbing my wrist like a predator trying to coax its prey out of it's prey, pulling me out of the bar.
The minute I was in her apartment, she was kissing me, sloppily. That's when I grabbed my pocket knife and waited until she started kissing on my neck to attack. I shoved the knife in her stomach, which caused her to land on her back, vulnerable as can be.
The woman was about to scream until I stabbed her in the heart, then the neck, and the stomach again, I flipped her unconscious body over and stabbed her in the back and the back of her thighs, then flipped her over again, and slit her throat, I definitely made sure that she was dead.
I washed my knife, my clothes and my body and left the apartment immediately.