Alright, I was bored on my way to holiday so I was nice enough to write this although its only a draft so please dont complain about grammar or spelling because I was not going to upload untill friday but I have my laptop and I found an internet cafe, but I am sat outisde and it freezing!
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“Wow Babe your home is amazing!” She squealed gripping hold of my arm whilst jumping up and down, a burning feeling rumbled in my chest like fire; the hatred of this teenager.
“I am glad you like it.” I smirk thinking ‘yes my dear I am glad you like it because everyone deserves a respectable resting place even if they deserve to rot in hell, I am better than them who killed Lucy as she didn’t get a resting place which was acceptable; unless if you count a dark back street as a respectable resting place.
As we walked into my living room, she glanced around looking dull. Instantly she pulls my hand towards the sofa making me shiver with sickness of what might be flowing through her disgusting mind, I would never be like that. I sat face to face with Sarah, her cheeks were slightly pink and her eyes looked nervous as she leaned forward with her lips slightly placed, I gave out a dark chuckle and spoke.
“How about we go to the bedroom?” I asked knowing what she was thinking. If only she knew what I was thinking she would be running a mile, everything was ready the knifes and my other toys lying ready to be played with, I was walking towards to bedroom with her hand in mine I could feel that she was shaking a little ‘It’s alright, you will be warm soon from the fires in hell’ I think pulling her along, she lets out a small giggle and lies down on the bed on her back.
“You’re so hot Lucas.” She whispers in a husky unattractive voice.
“I like to play this way.” I murmur in her ear making her gasp, I tie her arms and legs in rope to the four bed post, she looks worried although when I look deep into her face it’s covered in lust; arrogance gets you killed- I thought laughing against her as I finish tying her left leg to the bedpost so that she had no way for movement except from her head, although I enjoy that part; the way her head will shake from side to side, the way her tears will pour across her face as she beg and begs for me to let her go then as she takes her last breath I pull her heart straight out of her chest as it still beats.
“Um?” I was pulled out of my thoughts by the girl looking as me with a frown.
“Sorry, just thinking what I am going to do to you.” I say with a wink, making a high pitch giggle fall from her mouth making me cringe. Now that she is not able to move I pull out the suitcase from under the bed grinning as I slowly unzip around the case, it was like music to my ears.
“What’s in their?” She smirks looking towards my toys.
“My toys.” I speak clear with no emotions in my voice, now it’s time to be the true me and Lucy the real us, I pull out a small sharp edge knife which glittered through its clean shine, I hear a gasp but I make no sound, my little toy usually gets the night started. I move so that I am on top of the girl she is screaming and crying making the game more fun- Lucy said that she likes the way they scream for help, because she screamed and no one came to help her so its Karma in our own way.
“Tell me how much this hurts.” I whisper in her ear, as I place the knife so that touches below the ear then I drag the knife across until it meets the left side of the corner of her lips, then do the same with the right side- giving her the perfect smile from ear to ear.
“Ah, Please! Please, don’t hurt me I so sorry, so very sorry” She whimpers as blood pours down her face like chocolate oozing out of a chocolate cake, then I frown as I realise she didn’t tell me if it hurt her begs are pointless.
“Does it hurt?” I grin. She looks at me with so much anger turning her face away from me screaming ‘Help’ several time, with a sigh with as much force as I could gain I pull my hand down across her marked face leaving an imprint of my hand across her left cheek- I watched as more blood poured.
“YES! It hurts! Let me live, I will do anything… I will have sex with you, anything! Just let me live!” She cried out. I felt anger bubble inside me at the word sex, I would only ever have sex with Lucy she was my soul mate the only woman that would ever mark my heart.
“You’re dirt, nothing but dirt. I hate you.” I growl pulling the knife into her right leg just under the knee, making her scream out a number of curses, I smirked everything is perfect, Lucy is going to be so proud of me.
“My parents they will find you!” She screamed whilst tears pour across her stained face.
“How does it feel to have parents?” I ask, she narrows her eye with panic. “It’s just I never had any, I mean I did but they died before I could know them?” I asked again.
“I love them!” She screamed turning her head.
“Have you actually ever really loved someone?” I ask, she says she loves her parents but how? If they died would she care about them, or the point she won’t have someone who does everything for her?
“Yes! I have a boyfriend, and a little sister. Please I can’t leave them!” She whimpered trying to pull her arms from the tight knotted ropes, how can this girl have a boyfriend then meet me and willing to have sex with me.
“Boyfriend? Why you meeting me then?” I ask.
“He don’t know and he won’t have sex yet.” Anger fumes inside me, I am doing him a favour here now then, that is not love! If she did she would wait for him.
“That’s not love you slut.” I scream, the pupils in her eyes are wide with shock and worry, this girl is just like all teenager; Lying, arrogant and no care for anyone but them self, they are all the same and I will kill them all until I find them who took my Lucy away, I promise.
Once again the girl screamed and cried tossing her head from side to side.
“Do you like your voice?” I ask slightly irritated by her constant crying and screams, she looked up towards me giving me the most scared look a girl could picture as she thought, although it made me laugh because she had so much hatred in her eyes, but because of my help she was smiling.
“This might help” I grinned. The knife in my hand I pulled forward into her throat making sure it was not enough to kill her, but just enough to stop the noise which was ruining my mood. I like the crying but her voice is high and squeaky which is ruining the whole position.
“That’s better!” I laughed as tears crawled across her face, I moved back to my suitcase and pulled out my drill, I bought this for these sort of special occasions.
Mumbles and whimpers cried from her as her eyes caught hold of my power drill, I laughed turning it on so a deep drilling noise filled the room making me burst into laughter. I wonder if she is in pain, Lucy was left in pain for a whole day this is just a taste.
“Do you want to know a story?” I asked, then I tapped my head remembering that she won’t be able to reply to me because I stuck a knife in her throat, her eyes were now wide will worry as she shook her head from side to side in long motions- I just she answered.
“Eh, I am going to tell you anyways… because it looks like you don’t have a choice.” I chuckle playing with the drill in my hand, I placed the drill into her leg and pressed gently so that flickers of blood pooled around her, I laugh at her state that she couldn’t even fight back; whilst starting my story.
“Here is where it starts: I had a wife you know she loved me she promised that I would be with her forever, she was the only love that I had you know, I never thought that I would love… I know you may think what is a handsome man like myself doing being alone? Uh, well let’s just say the only woman I could love was taken away and it was YOUR fault!” I screamed, I could feel the tears filling up in my eyes, she was still lay under me screaming, how selfish!
She sat below me mumbling as blood was pooled around her face, her eyes rolling- I was not finished yet.
“Wake up” I yelled slapping her across the face, she looked up and more blood spurted out of her mouth, her blood stained skin has no colour she won’t live much longer a low chuckle fell from my mouth.
“Listen, alright ready?” She shook her head although I spoke anyways. “I am going to cut your arms off.” I spoke clear and low so her mind could take in my words in a result slow whimpers escaped from her chest, “I am going to have my Lucy again soon, you took her away you know.” I could feel the slight anger pulsing in my voice, her eyes widened and she shook her head rapidly with all her strength.
“Yes it was your fault, all of you! Teenager” I spoke the last word with as much venom possible, she was slowly slipping away and I hadn’t finished yet, “The all surrounded her, and they didn’t just kill her though… they killed my un-born child.” I whispered that last word which hardly left my mouth, the girl just carried on whimpering, not even an ounce of care, this should help.
“Enjoy this.” I whisper in her ear- she tried to pull away although her lack of blood got the better of her as she lay still, I leaned down to my suitcase pulling out my saw pulling it up so that it was straight in sight for her too see, her eyes drooped in failure as I placed the saw just below her shoulder, “You have beautiful arms just like Lucy, at least a part of your body will be used!” I cheered as I pushed the saw up and down across her arm, flesh and skin flickered open against the saw as blood streamed out, her whole body was shaking in pain making a smirk fall across my face in victory, as I saw fell deeper into the arm the sound of the cracking of the bone was the only sound in the room.
After both arms were dislocated from her body she was gone although her heart was still slowly pumping in her chest, Sarah was now just a memory to her parent like Lucy…
I grinned as I had one more thing to take care of, I plummeted the knife into the top of her chest and slid it along until it met her stomach and with one quick movement I pushed my hand through her chest till my had met her heart pulling it straight out, Sarah dead corpse lay below me as I got up of the bed with the heart in my hand.
“How does it feel for your heart to be broken Sarah?” I asked to her dead body.
With that I pushed the knife into the heart marking it with a large “L” for Lucy, all ready to post back to her parents.
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Is it sick enough? :')
And a nice comment would be nice considering I uploaded early :P
Dont comment on grammar or spelling this is a draft which I wrote whilst traveling :)