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My Wife : I love you too baby!

I throw the phone down, still high key pissed!Is my dick not good enough?!I glance down at the poor fella and pat him.

“She didn’t mean it, big guy. She didn’t mean it,” I whisper, shaking my head as I start unconsciously driving until I reach a clearing and pull in. I continue the drive much further and deeper into the woods, until about thirty minutes later, I pullinto another small clearing and see that around said circle, there are fools on their knees with brown sacks over their heads.

I see my brother Saint casually leaning against a tree, eyes glued to his phone, yet when I get out of the car, his eyes snap up to me. I see the pupil of his eye is red and the white of his eye is black, but it’s only one of them.So he’s changing now, too, huh?

“Damn you look crazy,” I tell him and he curls his lip.

“You’re one to talk. What took you so long to get here?” He scrolls on his phone, still eyeing me.

“I had to drop my precious wittle baby off at class. You should have seen how adorable she looked in her baggy t-shirt and her braids in a ponytail,” I sigh, puffing up my chest. “Oh, and guess what?!” I grin from ear to ear and he watches me with boredom.

“What?”

“My Little Baby told me shelovesme!” I brag, and he goes still.

“Love?”

“Yup!I,” I point to myself puffing my chest out bragging more. “I have a wife who said she loves me more thananything! Evenmy dick and money!” I give him a shit eating grin and they all stares at me with envy and he narrowed eyes his eyes before scrolling back to his phone.

“Love… how do you make someone love you?”

“How?” I frown, tapping my chin, picking up a stick and poking the crying, sniveling professor who I’d stupidly allowed to suck my dick in place of Jessica. She’s weeping louder than the others, and from what my Little Baby told me, she harassed her. I take off her sack and the moment she sees me, she weeps harder.

“Hello!” I say brightly, folding my hands behind me.

“FRANK! PLLLLLEEAAASSEEEE PLEEEEASSSEEEE HELP ME!”

“You want me to help you? After what you did to my Little Baby?” I cock my head to the side and she sniffles, shaking her head.

“I… I DIDN’T MEAN IT! PLEASE I… I ONLY WANTED T-TO WARN HER! SH-SHE HAS TO T-TOUGHEN U-UP IF SH-SHE G-GO-GOING TO BE W-WITH YOU! I… I WAS ONLY H-HELPING! L-LET ME GOOOO PPPLLLLLEAASSEEEEE!!!”!

“That’s rich… coming from sons of bitches not even worth the lint in her belly button. Not that she has lint because Jessica is perfect,” I nod with conviction.

“Frank, ignore her and tell me more about this love thing. I have someone I want to love me,” my brother interrupts.

“What the hell do you mean you have someone who you want to love you?” I mutter to him as the professor cries and whines, making everyone else start sobbing, but I ignore her and look at a stick on the ground…hmmm.Even though I don’t know what this power is, and it’s getting stronger by the day…I can somewhat control it.

“Never mind that. Just answer the question.”

“Hell, if I know. Just kidnap her and force her to love you.” I shrug, and he rubs his chin, the other eye going black.

“Hm… would you do that with sister-in-law?” I pause and for shits and giggles, I imbue the stick with whatever the fuck this shit is boiling in my veins and glance back at him, making sure to remove the bags off the faces of a few so they can see…

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I growl before I poke her head and I rock back on my feet when brains, skulls, eyeballs, and teeth hit me in the face, making everyone scream.Shit!

“Whoa… let me try?” Saint cocks his head to the side, eyes wide with excitement lit on his face.

“Hell no! These are my prey!” I snarl.

“Ugh, stingy,” he groans and leans against the tree, scrolling lazily on his phone, mutteringto himself. “Kidnap… kidnap… kidnap… hmm…” I narrow my eyes, looking around at the fuckers who dared come for my baby while I was sleeping andsmile. I pick up a pebble, throwing it up in the air twice before I imbue it like I did with the stick and I chuck it at a guy’s head who Saint said was writing disparaging things about my Little Baby online from a troll account.

When the pebble hits the fucker dead in the middle of his forehead, even though he has a bag on his head, I know exactly where my mark is and I hit that mother fucker dead on. His head explodes and Saint smiles evilly with excitement.

“Bullseye!” I grin as something sinister rises in me, and I breathe it in hungrily as an overwhelming sense of hatred comes over me.

I’d planned on savoring this, but fuck all that… their screams bore me… their squirming disgusts me… their presence repulse me, leaving me to snap my fingers. Before my eyes, they erupt in a blazing black fire that melts their skin, bones, and hair, leaving nothing but black sludge on the ground.