Page 26 of Burning Souls

“Do me a favour. Please be quiet. Do I need to superglue your mouth shut? " A crease forms between my eyebrows, getting meirritated with her attempts at screaming, which is pathetic. She should be embarrassed.

I was hoping she would have put up more of a fight, but not a single muscle moved to try to release herself.

Boring.

Here I am, thinking women are meant to be more fun, but I’d rather be cutting a man’s dick off and melting him in acid.

Maybe I should call myself the Cock Slayer. I’m good at cutting them, sucking them, and fucking them.

Her screaming is starting to irritate me. I’m debating on throwing her out the window. There is no way she could survive the fall.

I walk over to the window, opening the latch to look out and see how she would survive. Surely, if I threw her out, she wouldn’t be able to run, or I could throw her out, still attached to the chair. That’s got to hurt and damage you in some ways.

I’m up for a challenge, and it’s not like I’m on my own; they’re downstairs waiting for me.

I open the window entirely, letting the fresh breeze hit my skin, giving me goosebumps. The excitement rises.

I walked over to the chair, dragging it across the wooden floor, leaving scratch marks. The sound screeches through my ears, causing me to shake slightly.

She tries to scream and move.

Trying everything she possibly can, but it's no use. She can't do a single thing; she is trapped.

Some may say I'm in the wrong for killing this woman, and I should let her go, but one, she knows too much, and prison isn’t my style or the vibe I want.

Two, she was fucking vile to her friend’s, laughing and bullying her. I just won’t tolerate that stuff. If I focused on killing women more, I'm sure I would find more people.

I have never claimed to be a good person or that every time I kill, I have a justified reason because I don't, but one thing I do know is it's my choice, and this woman needs to go.

I’m teaching her a lesson: actions have consequences. Right now, the consequences are that if she wanted to mistreat her mates, doing it at my Halloween party was a bad choice.

I bring the chair off the floor, picking it up with both arms hanging out the window. Any minute now, I’m ready to throw her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Jessie stands leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at me when he could be helping me.

“Just playing a game. What do you think I’m doing?” I snarl, turning my head halfway to make eye contact.

“Looks like you are struggling to throw someone out a window while they are tied up and failing miserably.”

Jessie is a smartass as usual. If he would just help me throw her, this could be done with, but he’s going to stand there and gloat because that’s what he does.

“Stand there, but don’t be surprised when I throw you out of this window next,” I snarl at him, edging over the window and letting go.

I watch her fall to the ground and smile as I hear a wet splat. Her head is split open, and her knee bone is sticking out from the height of the drop.

“Angel, I don’t think you could pick me up if you tried.” He tips his head back laughing.

“You underestimate me.” I turn my back toward him, and the chair hangs inches from falling.

I shouldn’t do this, but then I don’t care. Now is not the time to suddenly care about someone’s life. I never did before, so why would I now?

“I wouldn’t do such a thing.” Jessie walks over, standing on either side of the chair. I need to make up my mind. My arms become numb and weightless.

“What are you waiting for? Push her. Make her suffer. We both know you love the thrill of it,” Jessie teases, moving behind me. His weight behind me builds pressure on me.

He stands closer, his lips near my neck, and his tongue traces my collarbone, moving upward toward my ears.

“Do it. What are you waiting for?” Those words torment me over and over, louder and louder. I look over, taking all my strength from my arms, pushing them up, and throwing the woman and the chair out the window.

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