by A.J. Carron

Created on: August 14, 2011

“No regrets whatsoever," the bald-headed and heavily tattooed Koldas Stone replied. He stared back at the woman while she scribbled into her notebook, his black, sharky eyes, full of evil intent. "You know, you'd be cosier in here with me, honey," he whispered. "You know you need a real man's attention."

Belinda Barnes did her best to ignore his warped suggestions. She hadn't really wanted to interview the world's greatest sicko, but the owners of the Newspaper she worked for had pressured her into doing so. 

Even though she was protected from him by the thick steel bars of his cell, she was well aware of his savage nature and couldn't help her nervousness. Normally, she'd make good eye contact with those she was interviewing, but this man was a demon and she couldn't even bring herself to glance at him.

Still, she resented his seedy advance.

"Ask me later," she sarcastically replied, knowing full well that he was to be executed early that evening. "Ask me at twilight."

Koldas Stone closed his eyes and, as he threw back his head, took a long breath of air through his twisted nose

"Mmmm," he sighed, "I look forward to that. The anticipation of breaking your supple young body is so exhilarating. Mental note to self...take your time with this one."

"So, you're not afraid of dying, then?" Belinda commented.

"Death is merely a transgression to greater rewards," he replied, licking his dry lips seductively. "I cannot wait."

"Is that why you tortured and butchered all those people? Because you weren't afraid of the death penalty?"

"Amongst other things, honey. How many was it? Ah yes, seven-hundred and one. Each as pleasurable as the other. What a joy."

"Seven-hundred and one? But they say you killed seven-hundred. Who did they miss?"

Koldas Stone smirked and gave her a slight wink, then he walked away and laid down on his bunk.

The interview was over.

"Come on you son-of-a-bitch," Belinda hissed. "Who did they miss?"

But, he wouldn't answer. He just lay on his tattered bed with his eyes closed.

Belinda shoved her notebook into her pocket and turned to leave.

"Now don't forget, honey," Stone suddenly whispered. "I'll see you at twilight."

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