You know that this is your last night on Earth and I am the last thing you’ll ever see. I want to make sure there’s no evidence at the scene so I pull on my long, black, latex gloves. There will be no fingerprints to incriminate me. I know you can’t move, you can’t fight me and as I stick my fingers down your throat and around your neck, you know that my hands are little tools of destruction. Every time you go out you might wake up and see me again or you might not wake up at all.

You know that this is your last night on Earth and I am the last thing you’ll ever see. I want to make sure there’s no evidence at the scene so I pull on my long, black, latex gloves. There will be no fingerprints to incriminate me. I know you can’t move, you can’t fight me and as I stick my fingers down your throat and around your neck, you know that my hands are little tools of destruction. Every time you go out you might wake up and see me again or you might not wake up at all.