[ WP ] A Craigslist murderer creates an ad and sets up a deal . The person who shows up to trade happens to also be a Craigslist murderer .

He sat there scrolling through endless adds for hours. Too boring, too easy, too fat, too ugly. Leaning back in his chair he let out a massive sigh and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. 
 
 At this rate I'll never murder again.. He chuckled at that thought. No, something will pop up soon... I know it. 
 
 He clicked the refresh button like so many times before and the add he's been waiting for almost threw itself at him, just reading it made his pants tighten. It was perfect, everything he's been looking for. 
 
 NEED HELP MOVING!! 
 I'm a college student new in town! need someone strong to help me move a couch i just bought into my 3 story apartment! I'm a little broke but I'm a great cook! dinner and 20 $ for the help! emails only!: D 
 -Steph. 
 
 She ’ s perfect. Absolutely perfect. a moan left his tight lips. Sweat was beginning to fall from his forehead, making his long greasy hair stick to his face. Licking his lips he hastily began writing a reply but not before wiping the sweat off his hands onto his unwashed t-shirt. 
 
 HI! my name is johnny! I ’ m new in town too! I ’ m going to CU: ) I would love to help.. send me an address and a time and I ’ ll see you there. 
 
 P.S. I love Italian food: P 
 
 Oh god oh god oh god oh god. I bet shes blond and dumb and perfect and with blue eyes and big tits! He paced back and forth over and over again in his small apartment. Only pausing to wipe the sweat off his face. 
 
 Ping. 
 
 Laughing he quickly opened the email from steph. 
 
 YAY! thanks so much johnny! Can you meet me at my apartment around 9pm? I know its late but I have class. My address is 302 building C 30th street: ) hope to see you then. 
 
 P.S. I love Italian too. 
 -Steph 
 
 
 Too easy..He let out a sigh, sat on his bed and started to think of his plan. 
 
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 Jesus fucking Christ. people are fucking dumb as rocks these days, so trusting, so eager, Never really aware of what people are capable of. She sat up and stretched, pulled out her hair tie and shook the kinks out. walked to the bathroom to get a good look at herself like she always did each night. 
 
 Hmm.. I am stunning are n't I? Giggling she turns to her computer to put on her favorite song. Nocturne No.20 in C sharp minor by Chopin. It was the song that not only aroused her, but cleared her mind as well. It made her sharper, faster and in her mind more seductive. 
 
 The music poured over her making the tips of her fingers tingle as she lay down plastic sheets. On the walls, floors and anything that was porous. The couch she constantly used was always wrapped in tight plastic and outside by the stairs. It almost reminded her of grandmothers house, almost. 
 
 She giggled at the thought of her little and frail grandmother murdering useless men. 
 
 Now that IS funny. Maybe it runs in the family? She brushed that thought away and lied down in the middle of her plastic covered room. Letting the sound of Chopin wash over her. 
 
 This is the best feeling in the entire world. 
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 The clock read 6:17 PM. Johnny dragged himself out of bed to go use the restroom. Already he could n't pee, the force of his erection would n't allow it. 
 
 FUCK. EVERY TIME! come on… please.. His eyes flashed to the clock. 6:27PM. Alright. I have at least 3 hours until I can take a fucking piss.. 
 
 Rubbing his face he looked down at his painful dick. Letting out a sigh as he opened his bottom drawer to slip on a pair of womens underwear, then jeans and a shirt after that. He began to fill his backpack with his supplies. 
 
 Duct tape. Check 
 Bleach. Check. 
 Gloves. Check. 
 Condom. Check. 
 Scissors. Check. 
 Knife. Check. 
 
 Perfect… 
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 8:47PM. This was her favorite part. The waiting, this excited her more than the murder itself. It made every inch of her skin tingle, it made the world seem so much less boring than it actually was. 
 
 She tip toed through her apartment to try to not lift the plastic covers from their place. Sitting was out of the question, sitting still was impossible. Not being able to help herself she began to rub her shoulders, chest and neck, squeezing her breasts 
 
 my god.. This is killing me. She began to moan ever so slightly. 
 
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 The numbers 302 seemed look right at him. Smiling he tried to contain his obvious excitement. Sweat beading at the back of his neck, the tightness of his pants and the fact that his right hand would always shake right before... Always. 
 
 He took a massive breath and counted to ten. 
 
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 Knock. Knock. Knock. 
 
 She glanced at her clock that read 9:05. She smirked. 
 
 A little late are we? 
 
 Eagerly she opened the door. 
 
 she smiled at him and he smiled back. 
 
 They looked into each others eyes and thought. 
 
 This is too easy...
