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I’m excited. I have so many new things I want to try. I’m itching for the kill. For a reason to be in total control.

I move the tub of acid with the bones to my windowsill, the same window I pushed her out of only a few days ago.

I enjoyed that. I think I’m going to start doing it more often, or even save it for special moments, as it’s pretty time-consuming.

I move back to my table, sliding the bag out from under it.

The vibration of the doorbell going off downstairs pulls me from my daydream. I skip down the stairs, nearly missing the last step from my sudden energy burst.

I open the door to Tobias and see Sean holding a man by his neck. He looks like he’s been dragged through a mountain of trees and dirt, which wouldn’t surprise me if they had done that. This man looks familiar, like I’ve seen him before, or I have…

Yes, this is the same man from Halloween all those weeks ago.

I was wondering how long it would take for him to return.

You didn’t think I was about to let a man disrespect a woman and let him be free. I just felt like making him believe he had the power, just to strip him of it.

“We thought you could use a new Toy,” Tobias says, walking in with Sean, taking him straight to my room. He’s not wrong.

I’m itching for the kill and about to make this slow and painful. He deserves to feel the pain.

The usual knife I use isn’t as sharp as I would like it to be, so I go over to my kitchen, open the drawer of cutlery, and pick out a selection of knives that I know are sharp and ready.

Picking up the choice, I walk up the stairs, entering my room, where the man is hanging from my metal pole. I had, especially for him, turned the heating on, knowing in a few minutes he was going to be screaming from the burning sensation on his skin.

I walk further, setting my new knives on my table, where my weapons have been laid out perfectly for me.

The man hangs, and there it is, the screaming. Meaning the pipe has heated up.

It won’t take long for it to blister his skin.

Sometimes I wonder why I do these things.

When people scream, I get so angry, I can’t stand the sound.

The worst is when babies scream or cry, which is why I will never have kids. I’m not sure I would be any good.

How does one even keep them out of trouble? Would I have to stop my day job and become pure because I’m not sure I would be able to do that? I have killed so many people, the devil is waiting for me in hell, as well as all the people’s souls I have sent there.

“You didn’t think I was just going to leave you and let you carry on living.” I roll my eyes, gesturing for Sean to come over here.

“I want him stripped naked and exposed.” Just like he did to so many women, I’m about to make him suffer in ways he didn’t even know he could.

If he can tell women to take it like a good girl, he can take it like a good boy.

Sean does as I ask, ripping his old-looking, dirty shirt off, revealing his hairy chest and beer belly.

Next, his belt is removed, and his blue jeans are unzipped and pulled from him, leaving him in only his grey undies.

His screams become louder as his hands are now raw from the heat of the pipe.

“All screaming is going to make me angrier,” I say as Tobias comes over, ripping a piece of duct tape and placing it over his mouth and silencing him.

Look at that, now I can get to work. Picking up one of my smaller knives but one of the sharper ones, I tread over to the man’s stomach.

Starting at one end, I carve the letter A into him, letting the blood seep out.

I retake the knife, this time carving the letter B and then the Letter U .

Moving closer over more to the right to carve S into him, deeper this time, as more blood oozes out, only to move to the next letter E, leaving space for the last letter R.

Taking a few steps back, I lick my lips to appreciate my work.

“In case you can’t see, I carved the abuser into your stomach. It felt fitting, seeing as you think you are so powerful. In reality, you’re just a man who wasn’t loved by his mummy.” I chuckle. He tries to kick me, but the pain is too much, and he isn’t able to carry out his actions.

“Now for my favourite bit.” I look back at both of them enjoying the show. They know what’s coming.

I’m about to fuck some shit up, and those two are about to watch me fuck some shit up and then reward me for it.

I wonder if they’re going to tie me up and fuck me or if they will let me ride the handle of the knife I carved that man’s stomach with. My pussy throbs at the thought of any of those situations.

I turn, walking toward both of them as they lean against the windowsill, moving up as I get closer.

“Any of you still have your motorbike? I think it’s time to go for a ride,” I say as they both glare at each other, forming smiles. They know why I want their motorbike and what the ride is for.

I have only done this once before. It turned out to be the best day of my life, which ended with the hottest sex I had ever had, and I have had a lot of sex in my lifetime.

“Oh, Angel, I thought you would never ask. Meet us downstairs,” Sean says, leaving the room.

Tobias stays behind as I go to my bedroom, putting my hair in a messy bun as I walk.

Opening my wardrobe, I strip my clothes off, slipping into an all-black fitted bodysuit, putting on a ruby red leather jacket, and some black chunky boots.