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I stroke my chin and examine the project at hand. Ashley’s body is almost completely dismembered.
All but one major piece.
My legs are wobbly as I walk on my knees right next to her, bent neck running my fingers through her now tangled golden highlights. With careful consideration, I grab my mini saw and plan out where the perfect cut would be.
“Don’t worry, Ashley. It will all be over soon.” I press the power button near the bottom of the device and slide the moving blade through the tendons right below the flat surface of her chin. Her decapitation is easier than I would have envisaged. Her head gracefully separates from her slender neck. Her wide, beautiful, blue eyes stare up at me as I turn off the mini saw in my hand.
The clear tarp that was once a blank canvas is now a beautiful picture. Different colors litter across my canvas, each speaking to a layer of life. Crimson for the blood that once flowed through her veins, and shards of bone glisten in the gore, their brightness undeniable. Hues of amber colored tissue intertwine with the carnage, standing out against the white tub.
I continue my project by letting each limb separate from the bone. Each one of her sections is a beautiful puzzle piece I would happily put back together and break apart once again.
She is my masterpiece.
Her once tanned, large, round breasts are now bloodied. What was previously attached to my living and breathing wife is now apart of a separated torso. My light blue latex gloves are painted with the blood and other various fluids of my wife. They’re a struggle to peel from both of my hands. I bend down and rub my bare hands over her still chest, making sure to stop at her breasts.
Her tits feel like I remember, only this time, they are cold and covered with drops of her crimson. I rub both of my thumbs over her nipples slowly, and my cock stiffens in my boxer briefs.
Still on my knees, I lower myself to her hardened nipples. I take them in my mouth one last time, sucking on them gently and adding pressure with my teeth. My tongue slowly moves over her pools of blood, allowing myself to taste her one last time. With one hand, I pull out my cock while the other is on Ashley’s breast. My hand moves up and down my shaft, using her blood and other vital fluids as a lubricant.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan. I move my hand faster until I start to feel my balls tighten. I look down at the rest of her separated limbs. The sight alone sends a fresh coat of white, giving my work of art just what it needs. Looking down at what was once my wife, I notice what is now just a jigsaw puzzle of a woman.Like my nanny used to say, we must put away our toys when we are done with them.
I strategically move her pieces in a way that I can wrap her up and store her somewhere else, usefully. In this case, it’s a few black trash bags I had under my kitchen sink. After I determine how much would fit in each bag, I pull out three large bags from the packaging.
One bag for her feet, calves, and thighs.
One bag for her torso.
The last bag is set aside for her arms, head, and delicate hands. I pull off the shiny band of her wedding ring and examine thediamond closely, wiping the few drops of blood from the clear cut between her forearm and her wrist.
“You know, it didn’t take much effort picking out your wedding ring. White gold, thirty-five carat, white emerald-cut diamond. It was the most expensive thing I could find. Your eyes were always filled with dollar signs. I knew instantly you would say yes to my proposal. It’s too bad it couldn't keep you from riding some other man’s cock.”
I tie up the plastic drawstrings of the final trash bag after staring at her blue eyes under long, blood-stained lashes for the last time.
My Girl
I am going to go fucking stir crazy if I have to stay in this apartment for much longer. I have done nothing but pace from my kitchen to my living room, to my bedroom. I don’t know how Artemis does it.Oh, to be a house cat.
The alley next to The Neon Rose is still under investigation; however, Janice has agreed that Jace and I can finally go back to work tomorrow—music to my fucking ears. This little vacation has been, well, boring. Not to mention, having gone about a week without a paycheck and tips has taken a significant toll on my bank account. I have been living off of Cup of Noodles, coffee, and Pop-Tarts.
I’ve had opportunities to go out with Jace, and to be honest, my mind wavers at the thought. The nightlife excites me while at the same time terrifies me. Maybe a night of work will bring back some normalcy into all of our lives. It’s what we can all hope for.
With a sense of excitement—maybe too much excitement—I scan through my closet. The only advantage of not leaving my apartment is that I didn't have to do any laundry. I’ve been in the samegray cotton shorts and black tee shirt for who knows how long. My few pairs of jeans and many black shirts are still hanging up as neatly as possible. My black, short skirt and a black cropped tee to match are laid out across my bed. My favorite platform boots to fit the ensemble stand out on the dingy white carpet next to my closet. These will be just what I need to complete tonight’s outfit.
I take a step back and scan over all the pieces I threw together.
Perfect. It’s cute, but also comfortable. It will look even better with my hair and makeup done. My leather jacket will complete the outfit.It will be okay, I can do this.
The next morning, I woke up to the sounds of thunder and heavy raindrops hitting my window panes.I guess I will be taking an umbrella to work today. I stretch my arms and legs under the many covers I have piled on top of me, accidentally moving Artemis in the process.Sorry, little guy.His bright blue eyes shoot daggers in my direction.Oh, what a terrible life you live.
Without looking, I search my nightstand for my phone. These days, texts from Jace and TikTok videos have been my only news source. I open my screen to Jace’sgood morningtexts, just like I would have expected.
Jace:
Good morning, bitch. Get your ass up. You get to see me at work today.
I grin from ear to ear at the thought of working with Jace again.
Me:
