Insatiable Habits

Knock Knock

🔥Teseo🔥

After twelve hours of undisturbed sleep I got up and dressed, surprisingly in something I actually wanted to wear, grey Levi 510, black Nike v-neck and a pair of 000 atoms. All I had scheduled today was to pick up my car upon Vice's call, the process would be a long one as everything would be removed from the car and cleaned, even if you though there was no way possible to get blood somewhere, it was likely there ready to incriminate you so everything needs to be wiped, thoroughly.

Finally able to have a god damn moment to myself I prepare an early dinner, two pan seared tuna steaks and shrimp over blanched spinach, fueling myself with much needed dense proteins, I lift the fork to my mouth and damn near drop it when a knock rattled my door, too dainty to be a man but no less irritating.

I ignore it, biting the shrimp off of my fork with vigor as my teeth scrape across the metal. 'Just ignore it, whoever it is, isn't important, they'll go away eventually' I tell myself as the next knock sounds against my front door, this time a little softer.

I chuckle, whoever it is, is losing their composure. Another knock doesn't happen and I'm left eating my dinner in peace for the next several minutes until and abrupt knock angrily slams against my back door which has me nearly leaping to my feet with rage.

"Whoever the FUCK that is, I truly hope you have prepared your funeral arrangements!" I growled out, half in a mutter and half an audibly loud threat as I tread loudly to my back door, snatching the pistol from the end table by the door as I rip it open and instantly point the barrel to whoever is fucking with my patience.

Cecily Sanders, of fucking course. I give the girl one orgasm and she's beating down my fucking doors like a little whore.

Her eyes narrow in on the barrel of my pistol, which is blowing her kisses. She scrambles, falling backwards onto her ass on my patio, shrieking like an infant.

I lower my pistol, deciding against shooting her with a loud and primal growl. "Get the fuck up, what are you doing beating on my doors? You idiot!"

She checks out the palms of her little scraped hands before clambering to her feet in front of me with a scowl, a fearful one though.

"Do you always open your doors with a gun?" She questioned bitterly, still picking at her scraped palms, glaring up at me.

I retorted thrice the bitterness and my fucking left eye twitches with pent rage "Only when people go around banging on them!!!"

"You almost shot me!"

I scoffed and laughed. "No, sweetie. I didn't."

"You pointed it right at me!" She nearly shouted but it came out squeaky.

"Key word there is pointed, I didn't have my finger anywhere near the trigger, and I don't almost shoot, ever." I corrected her, growing more annoyed by the second, why the fuck is she here?

She stamped her feet on the patio and my eyebrow rose with amusement at her weak little tantrum, I nearly smirked but I stopped that emotion and smothered it within my anger.

"Psycho..." she mumbled under her breath but I heard it loud and clear, before she had a chance to react I snatched her by her arm and pulled her inside but instantly threw her away from me as I slammed the door shut and locked it.