Dating a Killer Online
Language: en
I ate, he killed. I slept, he killed. In our chats, he'd even send me gruesome photos. "Killed three today," he'd text with a smiley face, "I'm such a busy little bee." I'd respond with graphic descriptions of pig slaughter back on my family’s farm. I thought we were just two abstract individuals with a shared love for the macabre. Until one day, a message popped up: "Baby, after this kill, I'll meet you in person." The location was right outside my apartment building.