Chapter Fifteen: The Morning Over Out Love:

October 1st, 2010.

Their fourth victim was a local known pervert. Many tried to avoid him. She had seen him before.

“He’s worse than my old man,” she complained. She shuddered as the memories returned. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

“What if we killed him?” he asked. She looked him straight into his dark grey eyes.

“What?” she asked. “We can do that?”

“Yes,” he said. “I know how.” She trembled and breathed heavily.

“Show me!”

He kissed on the lips. “Yes, my princess.” They stalked him for two nights. They could predict his next movements. He got up, drank, slept, harassed young girls, and got high.

“Just looking at him makes me want to vomit,” she whispered. “When do we kill him?” He kissed her on the neck.

“Soon,” he promised. “It has to be the right moment.” She held his hand.

“I love you, Katsumi,” she said.

“Love you too,” he said.


11:50 p.m.

The prey left the bar well past closing time. The bartender had to throw him out.

“Come on,” he told the man. “You have to leave! We’re closed.”

“Listen here, asshole!” he slurred out. “I’ll tell you when I’m done!” The poor bartender struggled to push him out the door.

“Sir, please!”

“Shut up!” The drunk swung at him, but fell face sown on the ground. The bartender shook his head. Idiot. The door slammed shut. Katsumi and his girl followed the drunk down the alley. Their target collapsed, blacking out in the middle of the street.


Hours later, the target awoke with a throbbing headache in the darkness. “What… Where am I?” His eyes searched for any sign of familiarity. Deep snickering drew their upwards. Katsumi stood over him, grinning. His girlfriend held a lit match over their target.

“Well, well!” Katsumi boomed. “Look who finally woke up!” The drunken pervert tried to speak, but found his mouth taped shut. On top of that his hands and feet were bound with bike chains. Katsumi snickered.

“Aw, what’s the rush?” he asked. “Stay. Enjoy our humble little home!” The girlfriend broke into laughter.

“Baby,” Katsumi said. “You get to pick the first game.” She broke into giggles.

“Can we set him on fire?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

“Aww, but I want to see him go up in flames!”

“And you will. Just save that for last.”

“Ah!” She looked down at the bounded and gagged target. The whole time they talked, he panicked with big eyes. She laughed at the fear in his eyes.

“Baby,” she said. “Get me the hammer!”

“Yes, my princess!” her boyfriend cheered. She giggled. Katsumi handed her the hammer and watched as she slammed it on the target’s nuts. He let out muzzled scream. She stood up, smiling.

“You’re right,” she said. “This makes it so much better.” She smashed the pervert’s cock four more times with the hammer. Tears streamed from his eyes. She stood up wiping her brow. Katsumi lit a cigarette and burned it into the man’s neck. His girlfriend squealed, clapping.

“More, more!” she shouted. He drew out his knife and flipped it open. The target tried to squirm away when he saw the gleam of the blade.

“Good morning, Vietnam!” Katsumi shouted in broken English. One stab to his abdomen was all it took to summon the box’s full darkness. The act ended with the lit match dropped on the victim. Sake and gasoline sure make things burn faster. The lovers shared a kiss over the burning corpse.

“I love you, Katsumi-kun!” his girl exclaimed.

“I love you too, Miki-chan!” he said. She giggled before kissing him again.