I go to her home in the middle of the night, slip into her room take her and tie her up, duct tape over her mouth. I set her in the living room naked and tied to a chair. Next I go get her son, proceed to tie him up in the living room as well, nothing covering his mouth. I proceed to torture and humiliate her in front of her son, letting him scream, watching her in agony, see the pain in her eyes. The images will burn in his mind forever. After I've brought her to within inches of her life I stop and go to him, he screams louder the closer I get, she summons the last of her strength in an attempt to get out of her bonds but her struggling is useless now. I bend down in front of him, look her in the eye and proceed to break both of his legs snap..snap.. he has never felt such agonizing pain, his screams are ear piercing he starts losing breath. She is now sobbing uncontrollably sitting there slumped over dejected and hopeless. I walk back over to where she sits and stand behind her, I grab her by the hair and pull her head back sharply exposing her neck I pull out the knife I brought with me and slit her throat. Her eyes grow wide and blood spurts from her neck onto her son. I keep my hold on her hair tight until she bleeds out. After the light goes out of her eyes I untie her and let her fall out of the chair, she looks twisted and horrific. The boy has now screamed himself hoarse and is about to lose consciousness. His last sight is his mothers lifeless eyes. I call the police anonymously and let them know there's been a murder and to bring an ambulance, I leave the boy alive. He will grow up with fear and hatred in his heart for the man that did this to him and his mother, he will never make lasting connections and will die bitter, and alone.

I am not a writer so my grammar and punctuation may be horrendous.Also this may make me seem like a psychopath but I am not.