H6: Diario de un asesino Page #3

You bastard.

Untie me right now

or I'II report you to the cops.

Did you here me,

you f***ing impotent?

Son of a b*tch.

Bastard.

Son of a b*tch.

Antonio, I'm back.

Honey...

are you there?

Antonio...

where are you?

For God's sake, Antonio!

Did I scare you?

You almost

frightened me to death.

Let's go to the kitchen.

I've made

one of your favorite dishes.

I could swear that music

came from room number 6.

Water.

Water, please.

If you tell me

what most turns you on...

it'II be water

and anything else you want.

There's no reason to cry, Rosa.

I know you're gonna kill me...

but please, please don't hurt me.

I'II do whatever you want,

but I beg you not to hurt me.

You won't suffer...

if you talk to me.

Whatever you want.

Ask me please, ask me anything.

What most turns you on?

Having it inside as Iong as possible.

Can I have some water, please?

Here.

You deserve it.

Sadly, the majority of humans...

don't know how to face

the big challenges in life.

When things go wrong...

they soon

get off the right track...

and make their existence senseless,

full of suffering and misery.

I had managed

to become useful to others...

but I'm an exception.

Most times,

the affected person loses...

hope of leading a normal

healthy life.

Unfortunately,

the only solution...

is for someone

to help cleanse their soul...

so they are reconciled

with the superior being.

What are you going to do?

You have to relax.

I'II hurt you

as Iittle as I can.

If you resist, you'II suffer more.

PIease don't hurt me.

God, help me.

Our Father who art in heaven...

hallowed be Thy name...

The idea of praying

for your sins is good.

You won't feel anything.

You'II see.

This is the third day

Rosa is without food.

She's only had my urine

to drink...

but she seems strong...

and has great aptitudes

of adaptation.

She talks about her brother...

they got along well...

until a drunk driver

killed him.

The tragedy had a deep affect,

she turned to drugs.

Again, my theories

have been confirmed.

I have sex with her

three times a night...

but the truth is

I don't like her.

I find her cold and distant.

Unfortunately, she is lost,

lacks love and affection.

It's now irreversible.

Tonight I cut up Rosa's body

in fourteen pieces.

They were clean cuts.

The small electric saw...

that I bought at a good price

is effective and practical.

I put the fourteen pieces...

in ten black garbage bags.

I intend to bury them

in ten different places...

out in the country.

These first experiences

are totally under control.

I have to state that the sad death

of my girlfriend...

Soledad Mendez,

was uncontrolled.

The truth is I never imagined...

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