(I wrote this short story one night, it contains some NSFW language, and dark themes, read at your own discretion.)
The blood, it glistened on the blade, as if it was put there by a divine intervention between the devil and god himself. I shuddered as a chill went down my spine. It felt so good; it felt right. This was all a terrible accident, but it wasn’t just the situation that felt right. It was the whole entire damn action. The cutting of flesh into bone, the slicing of the skin; everything felt fantastic. I have to remember, what the hell caused this. We were fighting, we always fight. But something was different this time, something went farther in my psyche than normal. He just, he took one step too far this time. The lying, and the screaming, it never gets easier; but why did I go this far? And why the hell does it feel so amazing? Am I…. am I getting off on this? How sick it is to even think about that, but how intimate this all was. Like a tango, ending with his entrails wrapped about his legs. So subtle at first, the lamp smashing into his skull. The table falling, as he attempted to crawl away. Leaping onto him, and stabbing his back with the hair trimming scissors. Cutting him away like all of lifes problems before this.
This will never be easy, nothing in life is. At least, I don’t think it will be. Not if I don’t do something about it. Gotta hide the body, gotta hide it, and get away. Make it look like a messed up murder, like I barely escaped. There’s claw marks on the table, that’ll do for covering up struggle. Maybe… maybe smash a few more holes in the floor, really go for it. Yes, good, that’s good. Acid, we have some acidic compounds down in the basement, he always was obsessed with chemistry. I never understood his fascination with acidic compounds specifically. Said he was gonna change the world somehow, but he’s just a drunkard with no future. God, is this a confession? Gotta get focused here…. the body, get rid of it. Fuck making a struggle, I just need to get rid of the body, no one will ever know. Gotta pour the acid, yeah, that looks good. Now, if I just set it up in this tub over here, soak his body in it for a bit, dissolve what little is left of it. So disgusting, his flesh already looks rotten, and his intestines are torn to shreds. Did I really do this to him? Why do I enjoy this so much? God….. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. UGH. AHHH. I LOVE THIS. Hahahhahahaha. Just douse the fucker in acid. Yes. His body is gone, and I’m home scott free. Hahahahhaha. This is fantastic. I can go. I am free. This fucking asshole doesn’t have me anymore.
Now I can be happy, and have free will. I won’t let this corrupted fuck have any control over me anymore. I can find a nice guy, bed down for a while, and…. yeah…. when he fucks me over like this asshole…. I always have a way out…. I know how to do this now. It kinda gets me a little…. giddy. I…. am finally free….
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