Hardy Frank Monologue

Her screams were blood curdling. Usually they aren’t this loud. I like to make them suffer just like they made me. I swiftly pick up the sharp silver butchers knife like an eagle picking up its prey and start to make the long and bloody incisions. She squirmed like a worm that is about to be picked up by the early bird. They are all just like worms, they care so much about their lives, begging and pleading, it’s just such a pity that they don’t realise it before they are at the brink of death. It is done. She lies on the cold metal table, white, motionless like a mannequin.
“The third woman to go missing this month has just been found on the shore of White Water Lake, three days since she was kidnapped. The bodies of the victims were brutally
Once I had a child look at me and scream in terror and start crying, but it really isn’t my fault I do the things I do. It’s all her fault. She made me look like this. Now I need revenge.
As I slowly and soundlessly, shuffle down the footpath back to the carpark, I spot her. The perfect prey, she is skinny like a rake, and tall, with platinum blonde hair that is almost white like snow, much like my witch of an ex-wife. I walk towards her. She walks faster. Not fast enough. I pounce like a snake. She tries to get away, but the chloroform starts to work like a warm blanket, and she is knocked out, asleep.
I shove her limp body into the boot of my old rusty Land Rover. I drive the winding roads past the trees back to my cottage. I have picked the prime location to butcher my prey, it is just out of the city. It is hidden, but not too hidden to be suspicious. It smells old and musty from the moss growing on the off-white rocks. I drag her body along the ground and strap it to the cold metal table. I lay out my instruments on the little table next to her body. The scalpel, butchers knife, axe, drill and scissors laid precisely in their specific