his psycho girl

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โ™” F I V E โ™”

โ™” R Y K E R โ™”

โ€œWhere is he?โ€ I ask calmly while holding the stupid bitch by her throat against the wall.

โ€œHe h-hasnโ€™t came h-home yet. H-he must still be at w-work.โ€ She says with the air she has left to use.

โ€œWell I guess itโ€™s up to you to call him and tell him to hurry up and get here before I start cutting fingers till he gets here. And if heโ€™s not here when I finish the fingers then weโ€™ll do the toes.โ€ I say before dropping her on the ground. I grab her purse and throw it at her.

She gulps the air that I took away from her while quickly looking for her phone. What can I say, I take peopleโ€™s breathe away.

โ€œH-heโ€™s not answering.โ€ She says typing numbers again.

โ€œIโ€™ll try.โ€ I snatch the phone out her hand and see she typed โ€˜911.โ€™ I give her a deathly look and see her physical gulp. โ€œCalling for someone?โ€ I raise my eyebrow.

โ€œNo.โ€ She shakes her head frantically.

โ€œNo? So the numbers just appeared?โ€ I step forward while she steps back.

โ€œI-I...no I donโ€™t-โ€ She stutters for the right words.

I quickly grab her hand and the knife next to it and chop her finger off.

โ€œAHH!โ€ She gave an ear piercing scream.

โ€œListen sweetheart, Iโ€™m not here to play games. So you better hope your husband answers his phone or Iโ€™ll continue to cut your fingers off.โ€ I say gripping her neck.

I let go and she quickly calls her husband again, and succeeding. I mouth to her to put it on speaker.

โ€œYes Astrid?โ€

โ€œHey ho-honey Uhm, just wanted to t-tell you that you h-have a guest.โ€ She gulps.

โ€œIโ€™m on my way now.โ€ He hangs up.

โ€œYouโ€™ve been a great help.โ€ I wink before cutting her throat.

20 minutes later

I finally hear the keys twist the lock. When unlocked I hear the keys being thrown in a bowl.

โ€œAstrid?โ€

โ€œSheโ€™s not available anymore.โ€ I say looking at her limped body with blood coming out.

โ€œWh- oh my god. Astrid!โ€ He yells running to her body. โ€œWhat have you done to my wife!โ€ He yells at me.

โ€œShe was only useful for so long.โ€

โ€œWhat the hell do you want?โ€ He holds his wifeโ€™s hand.

โ€œYou donโ€™t remember me? Iโ€™m truly hurt. I guess all those times we had together in the psych ward meant nothing to you.โ€ I put my hand over my nonexistent heart.

โ€œRyker?โ€ He looks up at me with wide eyes.

โ€œThe one and only.โ€ I smirk.

โ€œH-Howโ€™d you get out?โ€ He says slowly getting up and backing away.

โ€œI have tricks. Now letโ€™s get back to why Iโ€™m here. You know the reason, donโ€™t you?โ€ I raise an eyebrow.

โ€œI-i was only helping you Ryker.โ€ He backs to the wall.

โ€œRight.โ€ I nod and keep walking to him.

โ€œP-please!โ€

I walk up to him and grab him by the throat with both hands. I slowly put pressure every few seconds. He smacks, punches, kicks, anything he can do to get my grip off his neck and stop the suffering of not being able to breathe. After a few more minutes his eyes start closing and he stops struggling.

I make sure to clean all of my tracks before finally leaving. I get in the crappy temporary car and drive back to my place.

After 10 minutes of driving the stupid piece of shit breaks down on me. I hit the steering wheel before forcefully pushing the car door and getting out. Slamming the door I just ditch the shit and continue walking.

About 3 and a half miles in, I hear a faint yelling. I look around and wait for the yelling again, a few seconds and the yell is heard again. I start walking towards the direction on where I think I hear it. I see an abandon house. The yells get louder as I get closer, I walk up to the house and look through the windows. What I seen was not only arousing but amazing. The woman was cutting the skin of the man that was tied up to the dinning room chair. I seen the beautiful psycho smile while torturing the guy.

Her black, soft looking, shiny hair flowed gracefully down to her waist. She had fairly tan skin, and a gorgeous body. She looks like any man will bow down to her, the most beautiful psychotic goddess Iโ€™ve ever seen.

I give her one last glance at her gorgeous self before continuing to walk to an expensive and empty looking house I spotted earlier today. I check the around the door for a key, luckily there was. Fortunately for me, the house didnโ€™t have a alarm. Idiots. I walk in and search through the rooms for menโ€™s clothes, grabbing a pair of sweats, I walk to the shower and take a nice and needed shower.

Deciding to just sleep here, I lay down on the king size bed and sigh of how amazing the bed feels. Before falling to a dreamless sleep, I think of the beautiful goddess I seen earlier.

Tomorrow I will search for her.

She WILL be mine.

But for now I need some sleep.

Until next time.

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