Her first victim? Her cherished pet cat. When kitty clawed her face in protest she only smiled and slammed her knife through his ear to pin his head to the table. She cocked her head sideways as kitty's body shivered and twitched into lifelessness, watching life drain from his frail underfed body and wondering the whole time what kitty might be thinking. She then cut kitty open, taking her time so that she would see what those organs looked like fresh...blood and fluids still encircling each piece...not like the already dead animals she found after cruel drivers had passed by without care on the nearby highway...
The entrails were fascinating...she grinned thinking how much those intestines looked like the big old night crawlers, that Daddy went scouting for around their yard after dark when he wanted to go fishing the next morning. She then realized that kitty knew something that she did not...and so, she wrapped up her prize to take home with her.
That was her first time...the beginning of her twisted fantasy that would cause Police to later give her a title...The Back Alley Butcher.
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