[ WP ] `` Why do you kill ? '' `` Because I can . Because I 'm good at it . Because I like it . ''

Sue woke up handcuffed to a chair, both of her feet tied together. 
 `` Where am I? It's impossible, she thought, I'm probably dreaming, it just feels so -she gasped -cliché...'' 
 The awful smell of rotting human flesh, of decaying corpses surrounding the dark room made it up to her nostrils. She gagged. 
 
 She could n't see anything in the darkness, and although she thought is was better not having to see what she suspected to be there, she could n't help but hope to catch at least a glimpse of her suroundings. Panic. Pure panic, fear, real terror was what she felt. Her heart was racing, and a muffled sob escaped her lips as she realized what her fate was. 
 It was real, she was about to be murdered, probably tortured or even raped. 
 
 Sue had seen that kind of stories so many times on television, and had never really paid attention to any of them, and now she was the victim and what seemed like a whole different world was her life. She remembered clearly what had happened, yes, but she just was n't able to actually believe it. 
 
 Yes, everyone had been talking about a serial killer in her hometown. Yes, there had already been seven victims. Yes, the FBI was doing everything they could in order to find that man. But yet, it had been so easy for him. So easy to notice Sue walking down the street. So easy to follow her, to stalk her, determining her schedule. And how easy, yes how easy it had been for him to get into her home while she was sleeping -'' Stupid bitch'' she muttered to herself- with her bedroom window wide open, because she did n't believe that anything could actually happen to her. 
 
 And there she was now. Still wearing her nightdress, in a room full of bloody corpses. Great. Would she ever get out of here? Probably not, she thought, and started freely sobbing. 
 
 The door suddenly cracked open, and the bright ray of a flashlight got into the room, forcing Sue to close her eyes. 
 
 `` Well, well, who's awake now? Aw, why are you crying, do n't you like it here?'' 
 
 A guttural laughter followed the question, footsteps getting closer to the chair. The psychopath reeked of booze, making the smell of the room even worse. 
 
 `` Look at me, open those pretty eyes... C'mon, or I'll have to take them out by myself since I so wan na see them!'' 
 
 Reluctantly, Sue opened her eyes. The man was wearing a black mask, and all she could see were his dark brown eyes staring right at her. They were actually beautiful, and a thought crossed her mind - maybe, just maybe she could try to postpone her torture and murder by engaging in a conversation, and there was a tiny, nearly non-existing but still possible chance that police would barge into the room and save her. 
 
 `` Why do you kill?'' She asked, trying to make her voice sound steady. 
 
 The man facing her laughed, getting his face even closer to hers. 
 
 `` Because I can. Because I'm good at it. Because I like it.'' 
 
 `` You're crazy.'' 
 
 She could see the outline of a grin forming under the black mask which made her panic even more. 
 
 `` I'm crazy, yes. But tonight, I'm not the one of us to die.''
