"Yes, and I am so annoyed at how she treated me! Like what the hell, girl, what have I ever done for you to talk to me like that!" Cora says while we walk outside the café.
She turns around to look at me, expecting that I would agree with her. I don't, though.
Pitiful little girl, waiting for validation from her boyfriend since no one is giving her that from her friend group nor her family. A girl like that, barely visible to the community she's surrounding herself with, is the perfect victim.
Just thinking about her screams while she begs me to keep her alive just lights me up. I can't wait till I get her to my room.
Just a matter of time, Thorn. Keep it together. Show her you love her.
You love her.
You love her.
"Thorn," She calls, grasping my attention.
"Yes, babe." I intentionally soften my voice as I see her face turning red.
I smile at my victory. I got her wrapped around my fingers.
"D-did you.. just call me... babe?" she nearly squeals.
I cut her off and make it look like I meant it.
Let's end this quick.
"Wanna come over to my place?" I smirk with a slight hint of warmth.
Or at least, I hope did. I have been practicing putting 'sincere' emotions into my facial expressions.
Her face goes even redder. She turns around to cover her face.
I can imagine what she's thinking. But let her be. That would be the easiest way to get her to come over to an isolated place with me.
"You want- you want me.." she stutters, looks at the ground, and slowly nods.
She's shy- how cute.
She walks into the room with her guards down, slowly unbuttoning her shirt for later easy access.
Dirty, I see...
I lock the door behind me and walk to her, pushing my lips against hers. Her soft moans escape as I go aggressive without warning. Her hand slides across my shirt to undress me as I tear up hers. I pull away to carry her to my bed and shove her. She looks at me, begging to get more.
I smirk. This is pleasurable.
"Umm, Thorn-" she speaks while kiss her, making me pull away. "you're being hard on me."
Ah... I see. You love it, just don't want to rush it. I can see it in your eyes, Cora. You can't lie to me. But regardless, I will give you what you're asking for... for now.
"Don't worry, sweetie. I'll go easy on you." I turn off the lights.
My hand travels under the pillow her head is resting upon to grab my knife. I can feel the joy outburst. The adrenaline rushing all over my body.
I hold her chin with my free hand. "This shouldn't take long.." I mutter as I swing the knife from under her head and slash her throat.
Her frail body goes numb after her mere attempt to fight me off. Her barely heard squeals fade and her eyes slowly darken.
"So babe, how does it feel," I chuckle before I allow my laughter outburst to take over. I keep stabbing her nonstop with every stab filling me with rapture. "how lovely.." I mutter upon the sight of her livid body.
But then, this pleasure vanishes, and boredom strikes me hard instead. I look unbothered at her corpse and realize I have to start cleaning up.
I carry her outside the room and get a trash bag to dispose of her. Though, if I just shoved her body and threw it out, it will be found, and they may trace the murder back to me...
What do I do then?
I look around me as I brainstorm.
Tsk, how do I get rid of her...
My attention drifts to the meat grinder at the corner of the kitchen counter. I'll most probably regret this, but here goes nothing.
I start cutting her arms off her torso. Then I proceed with her head and legs. I cut her arms and legs in half so that I can grind the pieces easily. As for her torso, I cut it into 3 parts horizontally.
After her corpse was pulverized, I pack the rotten meat in a trash bag and head out of the nearest park with visible stray dogs. I throw the meat, watch them devour it, and head back home.
Oh, man. For god's sake. The mess I caused is indescribable...
I splash water upon the kitchen floor and start swiping. I clean the counter and let my meat grinder sit in bleach for few minutes. I wash off the bleach and dry it off.
Now that I am done with my tasks, I sit in my living room and stare at the ceiling.
My joy outburst didn't last few minutes. Compared to my indifferent attitude after the killing, my pleasure seemed like nothing. If I am killing for enjoyment, then that pleasure should somehow last longer. But how is that?
Police are starting to catch up with missing cases and it would be a matter of time until the evidence traces back to me.
No.
No. I have no evidence against me. That should hold them...
Then again, how do I extend the time where I feel pleased. The only thing I can come up with is committing mass murder or something-
I chuckle softly at the thought. But then I imagine how they'd be terrified and beg me to let them live. Ugh. The thought of that just turns me on!
Thing is how the hell do I get that? I can't possibly commit that without getting caught. Fuck!
Ugh, this is killing me!
Interrupting my thoughts, I hear the doorbell ringing. I look at the time, questioning the visit.
Who the hell comes at such times-
I smile at the suggestion that rushed into my head.
I grab a well-sharped knife and answer the door, ready to stab any sudden move. But to my surprise, it's just a boy...
Trying to put sincerity in my smile, I ask him, "What brings you here at this hour, young man."
But as my guards lay low, a bat hits my head hard and my sight starts getting hazy. I try to pull myself together but another swing hits me and my knees weaken.
Everything around me darkens.
YOU ARE READING
The Mutants
Science Fiction"Where am i?" "How did i come here?" "Why can't i remember anything?" ___________________ A group of random people were kidnapped only to find themselves having no memories of themselves and being manipulated by nurses. Thorn was the only patient...
