I sat quietly, patiently in the under chambers of my humble home, I glazed upon the soul who had the very audacity to bare me hard, I observed his tardy form and took in his wicked smell huff by huff, his doublet which was adulterated with bile and alcohol emitted a stink that if one could bend enough they would see it seep into the very air they breathe. I had been waiting many a day, watching his induced slumber in which I inflicted with a bludgeoned weapon. As woe the while I was perched like a bird of the night, eyeing, listening close, listening hard to ever creak, every crack, to every breath he took I listened. There would be times I would wonder up and stroke his cheek soft hoping his eyes would expose themselves to the ever so dimly illuminated room. Other times I admit, was rather insensible of his wellbeing, I annoyed him with a dull knife until his body had rived, leaving a bloody ridden floor in which I would bath myself.
-Oh I had gotten many a husband bulge during the silence of these nights, Fantasizing of the thought of him awakening and seeing my face, the chuckles I would emit as he would attempt charm me for his life, I thought about having the decency of letting him choose his demise rather it be death by a thousand cuts with a whetted awl, I’d do so with that most adroitness, and lay his amicable down to possibly have my way with. If he would pick the death form the toxic bite of an adder, it would be the most irritable, I’d force bite after noxious bite licking his tears of pain with a tongue dry and rough as a feral cats. I could take him to the ides of the Tiber, bonding him to a bolder and lick my lips and touch my skin until the bubbles surfaced no more. I had planned so many for him to chew upon and if he was to attempt to put it by, he would swallow the barrel of the gun while a rub myself, pulling the trigger upon finishing, what a glorious mess that would make.
It was not until the night of a wicked tempest, the unforgiving elements bombarded the earth with consecutive thunderstones that roared and quaked the very ground that supported the foundation of my home that he finally returned from his paralyzed haven of induced rest. I was enjoying my supper, when I hear heavy screams from the under chambers. I got nerves that bared the resemblance to creatures of fur dancing around in my lower gut and bowls. I ever so slowly the old wooden stairs creaked with an awful high pitched sound, the man began to become frantic bellowing “Help! Help! Hie! Repair! Hie! Hie! For the undying love of god whomever you may be hie, and unravel these ropes that bond me so!” As I ever so cautiously ventured down the stairs the feeling in by gut turned into a blood boiling rage that blaze forth like a million meteors in every cell. I made it down the stair case, his frightened face pleased me with a million waves of satisfactory and you could be quite sure that blood lust filled the room. His glazed me in favors like that of a mutt that had been kicked, with tears of a little girl who just saw her mother get beaten, “Hie young man assist me out, I’ll give you what you wish just hie, hie and unboned me.” “Quite! Quite now, while I undergo the red dress of all that grief!”. “Why are you saucy towards me? I have not vexed thee! By lottery does thou have the wrong man?” I smiled it must have been a devilish smile for his face went ghastly. “You wish your will that I call out your wrong doings towards me, are you mad? You sir have the audacity to kneel before my vary presents and throw scandals?!”
Silence filled the chamber, it was quickly broken by heavy sobs from the man, “I command you to explain yourself, or apt yourself for quite the quarrel when I alert the authorities!” I laid my hands upon him and have him three solid licks, one, two, three, each harder and drawing more blood, “You swine I shall explain but if you outburst I shall draw my long sword!” I cleared my throat and straightened my red mantel “I was four moons ago this night, the festival of Madam Lady Elizabeth the Ninth, I with my father and my mother where indulging ourselves in the pleasantries of the fine confectionaries and the flam show. Then you an officer your powers of the land instead of setting an example you intoxicate yourself and get upon the stage and ran amuck! Your men broke in with the main act and sent his brands scattered across the stage engulfing forth the doors in an orange ocean of heat and smoke.
His eyes filled with tears, I ventured towards him and help open the lids of his eyes and quenched my thirst on his tears and the other fluids, leaving a sizable trail of saliva from my lips to his eye, he let out a scream as I finished and pulled upon his bonds with great force. “May there be a reserved place in the hottest, darkest, and most horrid hell! May the fires and molten magma forever singe your vile flesh leaving it charred and full of heart aching pain upon every little movement! May you be cursed with a most unpleasant thirst that shant be quench unless thee suckled the fire for the vary tit of the devil himself!” The man screamed franticly, loudly, and I sat there and watched, it was the most satisfying sight my eyes have ever had the pleasure to behold. I was now his god in my chamber that would now be his world, I would test the vary fabrics of his and my own mortal instruments. “What has thou planned for me?” the man spoke with ever more tears unable to pry one eye open, I looked deep into the one eye and smiled a most sinister smile that sent a tempest of horror through his bounded body. “I shall dispose of you and rid the world of the hindes that littered you into this world, along with the rest of your meaningless family, I shall take forth from you what you had to me, and believe you me I will do it with a most pleasant smile on my gaily lit face.” He cried out “You shant you cunt! Word shall spread of my absence and a most sizable press will begin to scour ever last crevice of the town until I am found! Let them form a lynch mob to hang thee! Or shall I order tar and feather?!” I laughed, “You want the powers to do so, and dos thou not have half the mind to be benevolent to thee who decides his fate? I must speak my mind officer thou has a true knack for being a most averse sort of company, alas maybe under different circumstances you’d be more pleasant.” He roared “Does thou mock me? I shall spit at you from heaven above, penetrate the wife of you in the afterlife many a time…” Before he could continue, before he could utter another word I found my serrated dagger indulged in the warm moist environment that is his mouth, blood quickly filled and spilled out of his mouth like a wine glass being over filled, his face which was colured deeply with red tensed up as he wanted to scream but the slowly drowning on his blood prevented him.
Seven ticks of the minute hand passed before the bubbles in the pool of blood in his mouth were no more, His eyes bloodshot still had an abundance of fear hidden deep in them. My blood was ice, as was his body quickly became, I attempted to shut his eyes but they only pried back open, they Glazed through my vary soul, they say my offence, woe the wile they stared it sickened me to my core, I gouged them out and spit in the socket, It did not sooth the uneasy feeling in my lower bowls. I shed a single tear as I a clarity had rived my mind and my soul, The tempting fruits of revenge were none the sweeter, as I come to a close I feel myself-slipping, I id you adue with these final words in blood the belongs to me, I shant be going to where my parents are but I shall occupy the special place in hell...