“I’ve spent more time at home this year, which of course has led to a drastic decrease in the number of “cockroaches” (no offense to cockroaches, and people who like cockroaches, that’s just what I used to call those men) I’ve exterminated, but after all, my health is most important. As for the cockroaches, it doesn’t matter how I know about them, or what I do with their bodies, what matters is how I enjoy the process of killing! And they’re all dead!
The Man Who Stalked Me
That day I was out shopping for clothes, although only bought a cotton shirt, and that shirt would be my allergy make my body itch. Oops, off -topic, back to what happened that day, how exactly did I kill him? On the tram ride back from shopping, a man kept staring at me, normally I would have sent him two middle fingers, but I recognized the look in the man’s eyes, the kind of look a man I was sure I was going to kill would have, but
I still needed to finalize it. He got off the train at the same stop I got off at, and I was happy when he still kept following me out of the station. I was sure I was going to kill him today. No need to worry about this impromptu situation, because I always carry my knife with me. I knew there was a big park near the station that was rarely crowded at night that had lots of very, very tall trees and a man-made lake, I decided to kill him there.
After a short walk into the park I turned around to face him. He obviously wasn’t expecting this move from me and took a small step backward. I moved closer to him, smiled, and said to him, “Here’s a lake, want to go for a walk?” He nodded, on the way to the lake he kept talking about my body, also said to look at my eyes to know that I was inviting him to ride on me. He did exactly what Chizuko Ueno wrote about in Onna Girai Nippon No Misogyny “It’s all a man’s monologue, but he shifts the blame to the woman. As the man who sexually harasses a woman justifies it, ‘She seduced me.’ ” I walked quickly and kept silent, I was going to kill him anyway, why bother yelling at him? We walked to a large grassy area by the lake and stood face to face, the way he looked at me really made me sick. He quickly approached me and I quickly took my knife out of my bag and stuck it into his liver and twisted it inside. He covered the wound that was bleeding out with his hands in pain and then knelt on the ground.
I walked up behind him and slit his throat, that was it he died, I didn’t have enough fun, so I stabbed him in the eye a few times before I was done. I dragged him to the lake by his feet and threw him in. I didn’t get much blood on me because I’d just finished sharpening my knife the day before. ”