A nominally normal individual who has become somewhat subordinate to bizarre desires and abducts a young lady, and kills her, finds himself in a great deal of panic. All he wants to do is put distance between himself and his activities, having done that there would be a fair degree of relief so to speak, at least relative to the high state of anxiety he was in when he was actually in possession of the body. Rest assured as the midnight hours fall and the sun rises again, he is sitting somewhere swearing to himself that he will never do that sort of thing again, to not get carried away with such anti-social urges and drives. (That way he can do it again). The mental mechanisms of the soldier who kills and the executor of white women are the same only it is not the atmosphere of war.
The soldier will tell you it is all justified but so will the murdered.

In the days and weeks following a killing of this kind there would be that undercurrent of anxiety that comes with wondering just what was seen or what was found, what was or was not missed. Over time he convinces himself this would never happen again. (that way he can do it again).

Kill kill kill kill their motherfucking ASSES!

Kill kill kill kill their niggerfucking ASSES!