Korean-American Psycho 2
By Steve
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When I woke up, I realized that she had tied ropes around the bed so that I could not move.
"What's the idea?" I asked.
"I have a few questions for you." she answered.
"Do you think I will answer more truthfully when I am tied up?"
"Yes."
"Who are you?" she asked, lighting a cigarette.
"I don't know. OK. I'm a Korean-American Psycho," I said affirmatively.
She almost gagged on her cigarette. I think her tongue got slightly burned. Then she laughed a little more naturally.
"Like the Korean guy who shot and killed all those students at Virginia Tech."
"I haven't killed anyone yet but you just don't progress from being a normal guy to a Korean-American Psycho in a matter of days. There's got to be a psychological transformation. Consider Hamlet. He cannot destroy his ego and become his new ego as killer."
"Hamlet's not Korean-American, is he? Hamlet ends up killing seven people or more, doesn't he?" she said, taking a shot of Hennessy cognac.
"Besides I thought psychos were retards. Somewhere in the process of growing up, they had a trauma that prevented them from becoming full adults," she observed.
"Would you like some cognac, Korean American Psycho."
"Please."
She took the cognac and poured it into a new glass then she stood over him. She was going to pour it down the airs into his mouth.
"Higher?"
"Lower."
"Can't go that low."
"How low?"
"This low."
"Perfect."
The cognac splatted over his tongue and bits of it went down his throat. It tasted good, despite it all.
"So you want to go into the killing game."
"Yes."
"I want in too."
So that's why I was here. This was a part of my transformation. She was to complete my transformation.
"Sounds like a great idea."
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