SLIM SHADY The Butcher of Detroit 3 ∆M

As the girl begged for mercy, Marshall's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with malice. But her constant pleading was getting on his nerves, making him lose the last remnants of his patience.

He abruptly grabbed her chin, forcing her head up to look at him. The grip was tight, and it hurt, causing her to wince in pain.

__Marshaml: "Enough!" he snapped, his voice loud and harsh.

The girl flinched, tears streaming down her face. His sudden outburst took her off guard and terrified her even more. She tried to pull away from his grip, but he only tightened his hold on her chin, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her jaw.

She could see the anger and frustration in his eyes, and it made her even more scared for what was to come.

Marshall's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her.

__Marshall: "I SAID stop crying!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from hers. His breath was hot against her skin as he continued.

__Marshall: "Your tears are like gasoline to a fire....They only fuel my rage further. So, if you know what's good for you, you'll stop crying and start paying attention."

He looked down at her, his eyes burning with anger and a hint of sadistic satisfaction.

The girl's body trembled in his grasp, her heart racing with terror. She could feel the anger radiating off of him, the violence pulsating just beneath the surface.

She desperately tried to free herself from his grip, but his strength and aggression made it impossible. She was trapped, completely at his mercy. And it was a terrifying realization.

Marshall released his tight grip on her chin, but his other hand reached up and gently caressed her neck. His touch was almost tender, a stark contrast to the anger in his eyes.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin.

__Marshall: "I'm feeling generous, my dear. I'll give you a choice."

The girl's body tensed, her eyes wide with terror. His words were ominous, his tone sending shivers down her spine.

__The girl: "C-choice?" she swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marshall's hand on her neck slowly moved up, his fingers tracing her jawline before gently grasping her chin, tilting her head up so she was forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were cold and calculating.

__Marshall: "Choices have consequences, darling. And your choice will determine just how much pain you feel."

She tried to shrink away from his touch, but his grip on her chin kept her in place. The fear and uncertainty in her eyes mirrored the terror that gripped her heart.

__The girl: "Wh-what are my choices?" she managed to croak out, her voice trembling.

His lips curled into a smile, a dangerous and sinister one, a dark gleam in his eyes. The cruel twist in his lips sending chills down her spine. He gently brushed her hair away from her face, his fingers running through her locks as he continued to speak in a low, smooth tone.

_Marshall: "Well, option one is rather simple, but somewhat disappointing."

Her body trembled in anticipation and terror as she waited for him to continue. The suspense was almost too much to bear, her heart feeling like it was about to explode out of her chest.

Marshall watched her with a predatory gaze, taking pleasure in her fear. He paused, his fingers still tangled in her hair, before he finally continued, his voice dripping with cold confidence.

His grip on her neck tightened slightly, a cruel gleam in his eyes. He continued

__Marshall: It's swift, painless death. Quick, clean, and efficient."

The girl's eyes snapped open at his words, her heart lodging in her throat. The realization of what he had just said sank in, the meaning behind his words sending a wave of raw fear through her body.

Marshall's smile widened as he leaned in closer to her, his grip on her neck still firm. His fingers caressed her skin, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"Option two, darling, is a bit more… exciting. And I know you'll enjoy it just as much as I will."

__Marshall: "You see I've always been a fan of Knifes. The action is so personal and so intimate when it's made with a knife..."

He said with a smile plastered on his face.

The girl's heart rate spiked at his words, her body tense with fear. She knew he enjoyed the power and control he had over her, and the way he said that with a smile made her feel nauseous.

Her eyes flashed with defiance, her body tensing in an attempt to fight back. However, the effects of the alcohol weakened her, making her movements sluggish and uncoordinated. She tried to hit him, her arm flailing wildly, but her aim was off, and her attack missed.

Marshall laughed at her attempt to try to escape.

__Marshall: "Nice try darling...but I put something in your drink. Enough to make you feel weak but make sure you still have full possession of your mind."

The girl's eyes widened in horror, realization sinking in at his words. She had suspected something was off, the way the room was spinning and her body felt heavier than normal, but she had assumed it was just the adrenaline pumping through her system.

__Marshall: "Now darling I'm going to make you a great honor to make you disappear from this word where you're alone with no family or friends."

His voice became more serious and his eyes were cold and full with rage. He took a knife in his pocket and smiled cruelly. The girls eyes were filled of terror, her body left her defenseless. She started screaming but nobody could hear her. The area was totally insolated and at this hour nobody pass by.

__Marshall: "Now suffer bitch!!!"

He said and then started stabbing her, making sure she feels the pain. Hearing her scrams and the view of the blood made him completely snap. He was in his own word. The more he stab her, the more he feels exaltation and his smile grew wider.

He felt completely alive during this moment. He doesn't want to kill her only, he wants to make her suffer first. The pain and terror of his victims feed him.

Few minutes later, the screams had been replaced by the silence. She was laying on the couch lifeless, her eyes closed.

Marshall come back to reality, adrenaline still running through his veins. He threw the knife away. He rubbed her face with his bloody hand. He left out a satisfaction sight.

He then tore her dress. He was about to do the ultimate act. The one which send him in pure bless. He started have sex with the dead body. For his twisted mind, this action wasn't any big deal. In fact he was taking pleasure from it.

When he finished, he lay his head on the body. He closed his eyes due to exhaustion.

He will deal with the body later. He will make sure that the girl would never be found. And what's better than giving her to the 2 stray dogs he adopted.

He finally killed again after 3 years. He felt like he totally find his freedom. Running away from this mental hospital wasn't enough. Now that he can do his favorite activity, the thing that his body, mind and soul reclaim the most, he was feeling himself again.

He doesn't plan to stop anytime soon. This is who he his, Slim Shady, the cold and twisted serial killer who live and existe by torturing, killing and performing necrophilia. And he doesn't want to change for anything.

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(If you read till there, I hope it wasn't traumatizing. But as fans of Eminem, this isn't something new to y'all lmao.

This is not the end of this chapter)