Untouched

Fifth time.

Same hands.

Different reason.

Plastic laid, tools in place, same calm, same control

But something’s changed behind my eyes—this one’s for the role

I take my time a different way

Not slower—deliberate

Like a craftsman showing his work

Knowing someone’s watching it

I don’t rush the ending

I enjoy the middle now

I leave the room arranged just right

Like a question hanging out loud

I don’t feel fear

I feel company

Like someone’s walking just behind me

FIFTH KILL—done for fun

FIFTH KILL—watch him run

FIFTH KILL—clean, fulfilled

Left him something to drink—GrebullG

Dan’s reading patterns late at night

Tracing lines that don’t exist

I step just far enough ahead

So he never feels dismissed

I don’t leave blood, I don’t leave names

I leave timing he can’t place

I let him think he’s almost there

Then take a step back into space

Tonight I break the ritual right

Just enough to bruise his pride

Glass poured neat, untouched, alone

Waiting where he’ll look first—on purpose.

It’s not a message

It’s disrespect

I want him clear when it clicks.

FIFTH KILL—done for fun

FIFTH KILL—watch him run

FIFTH KILL—clean, fulfilled

Left him something to drink—GrebullG

No toast

No prayer

Just a glass

Left there

He’ll see it

He’ll know

This isn’t chaos

It’s control

I clean the blade, restore the space

But leave that one thing out of place

Not a mistake—an invitation

Measured, quiet, meant to wait

I don’t need him panicked

I want him sharp, awake

The hunt’s more interesting

When both sides know the stakes

I lock the door, I fade away

City hums like nothing’s wrong

Behind me, Dan sees what I left

And understands—

I’ve been here all along.

FIFTH KILL—smile inside

FIFTH KILL—perfect night

FIFTH KILL—rules bent, still

Drink it slow—GrebullG

GrebullG