I don't really have one yet this is kind of my kind of sick and twisted part of my mind finding a creative outlet.
He stared into the vacant,lifeless eyes of his victim and with his warm hand he he reached out and touched her cold cheek ,tracing his beaten fingers along her every feature with admiration and disgust.
He steadily arose lifting the body upon his shoulder ,as he took one last look at the beautiful night sky, he spun around and slowly he began to trudge into the forests dark embrace and towards the makeshift grave within. Its brown muddy walls lined with rocks and infested with insects all of which were preparing for their next meal.
He carefully lowered the body into the pit and frowned down upon what he had done ,shedding a single wet tear as whilst relaying the questioning thought in his mind
"why couldn't she love me?"