He had a thing for there skin. He didnt need them for anything else. He just wanted there skin. Its all he could think about, all he could dream about. Lying in a bed of human flesh, not any old human flesh.
The flesh of an female. He liked the taste of there blood of course but he didnt want them for sex. He wanted them for there skin. He would cox them into thinking he would love them for all there lives, which he did. Then he would bring them into his basement and chain them to the wall near the tub. The tub was filled with an angry substance. Acid. Hed slowly slice there skin away from there bodys. Hed start with the breasts, the thighs and the buttocks. He would then skin the rest of there bodys and slowly drop the remains into the tub. He would then rub the flesh all over his body, making love to the flesh with his deformed penis. He then frooze the skin, slept comfortably that night, and awoke to plan his next kill.