Writers Block

The harlot lay on a dirty soiled mattress,her lifeless body grew pale. He looked at this filthy whore with disgust,at the same time with content. "No more sin! No more filth!" he recited. An overwhelming sense of satisfaction blanketed his body. Reciting a song from the 70's "I can't get no! Sa..tis..fac..tion cause I tried and I tried and I tried I can't get no! Sa..tis..fac..tion." The remaining lyrics faded. Humming the rest of the song, he dragged her corpse to the floor,unzipped his trousers and urinated, using her mouth as a toilet. "Time to throw out the trash." He said. Paul drove to a desolate area near Atlantic City,NJ. Dumping his victim facing south along highway 9. Disrobed she lay face down for weeks...undiscovered. I must stop writing....and start purifying. Yes!..Yes!...Yes my God it is I, a twisted writer. You think? No!...No...! Merely a good citizen. "One down" He said. Two to go. Paul continued his hunt to deprive more prostitutes of life. Three to be exact. "The'll never find us." he said with an expressionless face.