Have you ever murdered anyone? It's actually fun..

Rape me. Take me for every penny and living thing I'm worth. This was my attitude until recently, when I exacted revenge on the perpetrator. One who, keep in mind, was just as soulless as I had become. It was expected in this business after all. Oh! How sweet you can be. When I finally decided to go through with it, the person was just as prickish as they had been at the time of their crime.

They had taken my money, a sum I had worked years to attain. An amount I thought could only be compromised by myself or my family needs. But no, it was not out of the range of greed and jealousy.

I started by going into his mansion. His family was there, himself and his wife, with two daughters. I started with gathering them all, just a rope and glock 9 in hand. The man who had so much balls in doing what he had done was now a complete and utter pussy. I sat there with the most sadistic grin as I tied him up, skull-fucked his wife, and traumatized them in their bedroom.

Oh? And what have we here? Some diamonds and pearls...ahh yes, I shall shit on them; and then shove them down your wife's throat. Yet this is too respectful. You know what? She has to clean them off, and I shall pawn them. Money is money after all.

Then I found the daughter's room. Oh how sweet this revenge was again! Just when my thirst for blood couldn't come any sooner. I killed them both. Slowly, I drank there blood in sacrificial style and enjoyed every god damned drop. Have you ever tasted blood? Wow..the power and prestige it can bring. No wonder it was in high demand amongst my wall street cronies.

Who would prosecute me? No one, I hold the power, the keys, and the legitimate means to place you in prison over night. Hate me as you will, and as most do in this profession of banking, I don't care. I knew it was cut-throat from the day I entered this business and I will not rebuke any such statements now.

Vengeance and money. I'm a sicko right? I know that is what you are all thinking. But sometimes my friends, and I hesitate to use such a disgusting label, sometimes vengeance is the best therapy.

I drank their blood from a silver custom-made chalice only after I chilled it. The victims were in disbelief. This was expected, and it only served as a fuel to my appetite for revenge.

With everyone dead and no trace, I left the premises, richer and more satisfied than most men would be after fucking a super model. Gratification was on an entirely different level.

Would I do it again? Fuck yes. Call me what you will, but most will never be in this position. Furthermore, most will never have the balls and fury to accommodate them whilst performing such a glorious act. For this murder was actually quiet fun.