Then I kept going. "I slapped the phone out her hand and the snot out of her nose! It was a little enjoyable, like winning something you know you're never going to use."
The detective put his hand on his gun holster. He was nervous.
I laughed and made eye contact with him. "She's really not like the rest of her family. She didn't put up a fight at all. To be honest, all she really did was cry and scream for her mother, but little did she know..." I chuckled. "Her mother was already there. I dragged her down to the basement, and-"
The detective cut me off. "Okay you sicko," he started. "I think it's time to stop." He waved at the wall behind me. There were obviously people on the other side of it.
"But I didn't get to finish telling you my-"
"Don't worry about it, son," he said. "Where you're going, there'll be people who'll want to hear your story."
I was taken away by some scrawny police officers. I could've fought them easily and ran away, but I wanted to meet the people who would enjoy my stories.
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