⚠️Warning this story is graphic read at your own risk⚠️
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Mind clouded with bloodlust, as she stood over Noah's limp lifeless body, eyes gauged out, mouth wide open in horror, his head barely attached to his own body; she knew he deserved this, for all the countless times he made her feel so dirty, unrecognizable, a slut, a whore, a object who was meant to be used then thrown away, but this time, she's not taking it anymore, not from him, not even for her own mother who never showed remorse.
Eliza wasn't done with him yet, she needed a trophy, a reminder of all the pain and suffering her own brother inflicted on her, a piece of him; she tore open his pants, the disgusting object flopping down on his pale leg, "you won't be needing this in hell," she whispered, before taking the knife, and hacking off his small member, a giant pleased smile spreading on her blood covered face at the sight of her masterpiece, knowing there is still work to be done.
Her bitch of a mother was next, the one person that was suppose to show the joy life brings, but only she only showed the miserable horrid side, the one that makes her want to end it all by painfully cold hanging, in the family's farm house, but that wouldn't be enough, it would never be enough, the only way to bring her peace, is to get rid of all the pain, and her mother was part of the problem.
She knocked on the door sharply, hearing a string of muffled curses through the door, "I'm busy! Can you brats ever stop bugging me!" her mother yelled, only fueling the girls lust for her mother's blood on her hands; Eliza quietly opened the door, seeing her mother plucking her eye brow, muttering under her breath, not noticing her killer was close at hand, knife raised high.
It felt like cutting a piece of meat from a pig, the squeals ear bleeding, as your prey falls to the floor right before you, its beady little eyes pleading, begging, but knowing there is no angel to save them now, only the cold grasp of death awaits; her mother was crying hysterically, her cheap makeup coming undone in ugly brown sludge running down her face, "b-baby please ... don't," her mother forced out, but that wasn't enough, it was never enough, "YOU. WAS. SUPPOSE. TO. PROTECT. ME!" Eliza screamed at her mothers face, watching her flinch away in satisfaction, plunging the knife into women's left knee cap, her screams piercing the warm metallic air that surrounded them, "your a whore," Eliza clenched out, ripping the blade out with a jerk, "my father loved you, more than anything," she said, plunging into the other knee cap, "but you cheated on him," she went on, panting in want for more of her mothers pitiful screams and whimpers, "he ended his life ... his heart in pieces ... but now, I'm going to break your heart. Permanently!" she screeched, plunging the knife deep into the abomination of a mothers chest, over and over, tears running down her face, as she screamed her throat raw.
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Dr. Spincer looked at the case file in his hand, "interesting ... Elizabeth Doe, brutally murdered her brother, Noah Doe, and mother, Sally Doe ..." he read out loud, flipping through the next page, skimming through the details of the homicide, but Dr. Spincer couldn't stomached anymore, and set down the folder on his desk, "my god ..." he choked out, realizing who these people are.
