I killed the lover. I caught them in the act. He was with MY husband in MY bed. He ruined my life. Turned my kids against me. Destroyed me. I satisfied my urge to harm someone. It was satisfying seeing the blood everywhere. Seeing the open wounds. The once smooth and soft skin being filled with bloody holes with blood flowing out. Agust was shouting but I couldn't hear. All I could hear was the screams. The blood filled gurgles. The sounds of the knife piercing his skin. I became obsessed with this feeling. The adrenaline rush I got from it. Seeing everyone afraid when I would walk past covered in the blood of my first victim. I can get used to this feeling.
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Insanity
Short Story"You brought out the real me. I hope you are proud" ⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ This story contains the following: Suicide Miscarriages Abuse Murder If you're sensitive to these then please don't read this story. You have been warned
