I release my grip from her neck.
It takes me a while to realize she's no longer breathing.
I wasn't even choking her that hard, I must've got carried away.
She used to be mine.
She tried to leave me.
Just like the others.
All she had to do was accept me.
How hard is that?
What a worthless slut.
I thought she was different.
Women are so fragile.
They can't handle pain.
I wouldn't consider myself a killer, I enjoy inflicting pain.
Pain is simply an art, an outlet.
Cuts, bruises, and blood cover her body.
There she was, lying there... naked and lifeless.
But for a dead woman, she's still awfully sexy.
I can't help but eye her dead body.
I've never been the one to practice necrophilia, but right now I'm strongly considering it.
I spread her legs wider and slam myself in and out her guts.
Her head slams against the wooden headboard and her breasts bounce. I suck on them.
Her insides are still warm, but it sucks she isn't alive to clench around me.
Maybe once... or twice.
Then I pissed on her face because I felt like it.
At least she won't get pregnant.
I chuckle at the thought of that.
Once I was finished, I shove her dead body off the bed and she hits the floor with a thump.
This is what happens to women who try to leave me.
I've decided to rewrite these chapters