Is there a way around DNA science? Fooling the investigation process isn’t easy in today’s world. The smallest components of life convict us. We all carry them everywhere: in our hair, skin, blood, saliva, and other secretions. And they go everywhere we go, all the time. How can we avoid this and being caught for our so-called crimes?
Bleach, burn, or bury it? Sure, but it only takes one skin cell to escape the fire and return the guilt to the guilty. There are many ways to slip through the cracks. You can’t account for everything—not anymore.
Evidence—that’s what we’re talking about, right? DNA. The greatest criminals have fallen to something we can’t even see!
Severing the DNA investigation chain requires long-term planning and self-restraint, but it can be done. To find out how to do this, read carefully and very slowly. Let me show you the two important elements I watch to escape the clutches of the law.
- Don’t have any witnesses see what you do.
- Randomise the victims.
There’s a third tip that completes this unholy trinity, but I’ll get to that in a second. No one wants jail, not even a serial killer. Jail ends our party. So why not plan not to go to jail and do the right thing in the beginning?
It’s totally okay to be a vicious monster. I support you. It’s who we are. Nobody can change us. It’s unfair to be judged just because we found our true calling, and it doesn’t align with everyone else’s. (That’s discrimination in any other circle. Apparently, equality and understanding are only for a select few.)
So it’s back in the closet, right? No. Come on out. Come out and share your special gift with the world. Just plan a better way to give it when you do.
Let’s face it: we can’t do much about DNA science. It’s here to stay. So let’s get past that nonsense – pay close attention now. Convictions come about by making a connection between a DNA profile and the identity of its contributor. Without it, an investigation stalls. So let them sequence that in the most expensive labs on the planet. Just don’t let them form the all-important link to you.
How?
Patience. Practice it. Don’t lash out and immediately kill someone. Take a deep breath, refocus, and, when you’ve had time to contain your emotion, channel that anger into a random individual later. You’ll get the same thrill without the DNA heartache that follows it.
Why a random one?
Essentially, most psychos are born dumb and impulsive. We don’t think before we react. We’re so self-absorbed in our inner torment that we can’t see beyond it. Witnesses, motives, and evidence are in the same place simultaneously, and that’s what ends our game.
Without some kind of self-control to intervene, our evil side is exposed at the wrong time and place, which is dangerous for us. Most of us are already known to the police for the small stuff we did when we were younger. Our fingerprints were recorded, and, likely, so was our DNA. They know who we are.
The secret to avoiding being caught is to control our psychopathic tendencies right from the start of our journey and stop that pattern from developing.
Behaviour modification is the key. It confuses investigators. Random victims remove many associations. DNA sequencing is all they have left. There’s little else to support it; if they don’t know you AND your DNA, they have nowhere to go. It’s a dead end. You’re free to be who you are and explore your gift.
I explored mine. Last night, I did one on a beach.
She was a sweet redhead who loved the fifties era. She wore a fifties dress and had one of those fake beauty spots above her lip. Nice. I took this photo of her in the car park. See? She’s a stunner.
We met for a good time—consensual, of course. That’s the deal. She must give herself freely. It’s no fun otherwise. And she did.
Just as the storm exploded above us, so did I—and then I squeezed her neck, blocked off her throat, and waited for her fight to fade. It was a deliciously exquisite ending—the best yet. One of us had a good time. The other had a fantastic one.
Her profile said she was empowered and independent, which immediately caught my eye. I read between those lines. Those kinds of women love to keep secrets. Secret keepers appeal to me the most. That’s what made her so attractive, not her hair colour or height. I want her to be separated from the pack.
Having sniper-like patience helps a great deal, too. I watched her for months beforehand just to make sure. It also helps my anger mature by the time we connect. I ached to touch that ivory-white throat every single day. I imagined holding it between my fingers and watching what it was like for her to know her life was coming to an end because independence played a huge part in her demise.
I finally got to experience it last night. My balls tumble thinking about it now.
Swabs of DNA will be taken from Ms Redhead’s body, but guess what? I’m not in the system! No one has recorded my DNA profile and matched it to me. A link won’t be found. I’m able to explore my own empowerment and independence.
She is my sixth empowered victim. I’ve already lined up number seven. She’s a blonde, a cheater who steps out on her husband because, according to her, he’s an arrogant pig and treats her like shit. She’s another secret specialist who makes independent decisions on the sly.
In time, she’ll give me her body and life, and I’ll be free to be myself when taking them.
That’s the reward I get. As long as I behave like a proper Mr Average in between times, I’m immune from the law. The rain would’ve done a number on most of the evidence, and the jealous and angry husband will go away for the crime. Statistics prove that spouses are more likely than not to commit these crimes, right? The husband will probably appear on the six o’clock news tonight, cuffed and taken away from his home and children.
It’s a win-win all ’round.
My wife bought me a new hobby drill this week. She’s a wonderful and caring person. I love her so much. I’ll use my gift to turn the redhead’s SIM into a charm for her bracelet. I think this one will become a seahorse. She hasn’t got one of those.
Yes, those who get caught by DNA evidence are shortsighted fools. It’s the smart ones who distil and cultivate their hatred who’ll stay free within our community, looking like model citizens while committing murders that’ll remain unsolved or closed incorrectly.
SEETHINGS II follows the return of the Storm Killer as a body on a secluded beach in Moreton Bay ignites fear and denial. While police dismiss the link, the media doesn’t. Mitchell Felding forms a dangerous bond with a man who understands his darkest impulses. When Natasha enters his life, carrying love letters from her murdered mother, intimacy deepens, and truth closes in. Some futures are inherited. Some are escaped.
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