A sharp piercing scream sliced through the room and the smell of iron lingered in the air. Red stained the floor, the walls and my mother's face. She hunched over the body of a woman, stabbing repeatedly, not minding how her victim's life slipped away from her eyes with each second that passed by.
"Shut up!"
Stab.
"Shut up!"
Stab.
"He belongs to me, bitch! Not you!"
The body was limp and the lady's life left her body with the crimson liquid that streamed to my bare feet. It was sticky and warm, wrapping itself around my skin.
I didn't move.
I didn't cry.
I didn't yell.
This wasn't her first time taking the life of a woman.
The streaks of dried blood on the wooden floor was a dead giveaway. Mother had me scrub it off with her whenever she was done with her victims. Standing up from the corpse, she walked over to me, her blue eyes bright with life, a stark contrast with her actions earlier.
"Vincent," she said and held my cheeks with her blood coated hands, the stickiness proving to be uncomfortable. "Listen to me baby."
I watched her, no thoughts crossing my mind. This wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. If she wanted any man and another woman was unlucky to want him as well, she wouldn't see the light of day the next day.
"Remember what I told you, baby," she said.
I nodded.
"What was it again?"
"You must be willing to kill for what you want," I recited a notion that had become a part of my life.
"Good." She smiled. "Now go get a mop and a bucket, let's clean up the mess Mama has caused."
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Unholy Obsession
RomanceHannah Tsegaye is recovering from a horrible breakup and starting a new tiring job with a boss she has never met. In a desperate attempt to push it all down, she finds herself striking a sex contract with him but what she doesn't know is that he's n...
