As she gradually gazed downward, her eyes fixated upon the motionless body surrounded by a pool of blood. The man was soundless, stationary and sprawled out in the middle of the cold tile dining room floor. The girl hastily swiped away the single tear that had begun to roll down her cheek. "Pull yourself together!" She shrieked. "What the hell are you crying for?" She asked herself. As she stood above the corpse she began to examine his peacefulness, his submissiveness; he was vulnerable, he was powerless, and she absolutely loved the feeling. She knelt down on her knees and caressed the face of the cold, stiff body. She stroked his forehead as she crouched closer to kiss him ever so gently on the cheek. "I'm sorry." She calmly whispered into his ear. Her voice was so soft, so soothing and so comforting, yet, at the same time it was dark, evil and full of malevolence. She held out her hands in front of her face and watched the blood dribble down her arms and down to the floor. She rose to her feet and serenely walked to the sink to rinse off the evidence. Abruptly she whipped her head around and roared, "Shut the f*** up you damn asshole!" Her lips wickedly began to form a smile and under her breath she murmured, "Oh wait, your dead." Her sinful smirk gradually altered into an irritated grimace. "Oh John, oh stupid, stupid John. Your one dumb piece of shit"
I got 7 messages saying that I've violated the rules with this story. Can't message for 24 hours! What the heck..
You bypassed... Whenever you do a cuss word, make sure it's totally starred out. This is why we use asterisks.