Why would I do this…. Was the only words I could utter as I sat on the rustic degrading bed at this mediocre motel. Fresh scent of blood and tears enclosed in four black walls. Her body emotionless and inanimate lying there leaving me to ponder the love I shared for her and the future that will never be. The stain of his body next to her making my body itch with the thought of their blood mixing on the floor. I had finally quenched the crazy which my mind desired and it feels good, however now I must save myself.
It took me all but five minutes to realize that this game was going to turn into the kind of rave party I always imagined… it wasn’t easy but within the next hour I managed to use the house knives to carve the meat all while listening to kygo’s new mix. With each blood splattering swing I demolished the bodies. suddenly I hear a phone, all my blood arose and I’m slapped in the balls with a message from her mother stating she coming back to the room. Facing life it was no argument when the first idea to my head was to cut her off and take her too. I ran outside and awaited her in the lobby…., “ why are you here why is this happening!” I thought while crouched ready for attack.
She came off the steps and slugged her way to the room with numerous bags with her. With every passing second my mind was just running until “click” the door is open, I smiled and rushed her with one blow to the back of her head she was knocked unconscious and I was free again. I quickly tired her up and decided I had to allocate food to my stomach. All they had in the fridge was orange juice and eggs, I couldn’t complain it was free but while cooking it I couldn’t help but think I was forgetting something. Those three mice made me forget to put black pepper which ruined the meal either way it was time to talk to the mother.
I managed to use a well-coordinated slap to the face to awake her but I saw it wasn’t the best idea, seeing as she woke up and fainted at the sight of her roadkill daughter and her boyfriend on the rose red tiled floor of the room. It could have also been because of my body painted in blood and thus forcing me to look at how dirty the room was. So I unwillingly called the maid to come and clean the filth under my feet. I watch family feud to ease myself from talking to myself. “bang! Bang!” the maid was here I jumped up and ran to santa! Swang the door open and grabbed her. She was hard to quiet down but once I showed her the blood drenched blade with a line of darkness on the side she became very cooperative.
She was crying uncontrollable while cleaning up it was pretty funny but I more enjoyed when she finished. I woke the mother up and turned her chair so that she could see exactly how I had killed her daughter. I said not a word ,the maid was about fifteen pounds heavier so their was more blood but I knew with each swing of the devils blade the mother would know just how hard I worked to make this future. When the fun was over I turned to her and said,” I am sorry that you must die. I am sorry that my face is the last you must see but I am thankful for giving me this pleasure.” I took her gag out and she looked like a turtle on its shell. With every scream I felt more and more aroused, before I knew it my blade was in her heart and I honored her memory by watching the light fade.
Finally after treating myself to a mc donald's dinner It was finaly late enough for me to recycle. Removing of the bodies were pretty easy seeing as I only had eight hands and feet along with four heads which I planned on keeping them frozen in my storage locker for reasons I cannot say. I left the heavy stuff their for the public to know that I was here. I went back home to my wife and kids later that night to tuck them in bed. As I walked though the door daisy is there gazing with squinted eyes,” so how was drinks with your brother?” knowing this fiend she has already called my brother so I reply,” nope… ended up taking a smoke with the boys.” “oh! I was worried I called Jonah and asked for you but he said he hadn’t seen you” she replies. With the remainder of the adrenaline I had left back from that party I went to at the motel I angrily watched her and said,” woman so why you asking me for answer you already know, what you really think going on with me!” she began to sob an cry.. I didn’t care about it but I knew that the logical thing a normal man would do is comfort her which I did. By the end of the night I was having the best sex of my life. By the end of the night the inevitable had happened and I came to the resolve that what I did empowers me. I went to sleep that night with unbearable twinge
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