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Through My Mind

Warning: Contains blood and gore. This is not a love story. If you are sensitive to death, do not read.

When you run from a predatory animal, you start a chase. A chase is something that is initially a game but finally not so much of a game. Your predator expects a reward in the end. 

She made the mistake of starting a chase. It started as a playful game as we were running around the sofa in our house. We were laughing and playing. She was running from me. At some point her face took shape into one of a playful fear. 

At that moment, I felt the juices in my brain reaching all wrong spots. I could feel the aggression in my blood. The urge to hunt. No, I am not normal. But that's exactly what makes living fun, the ability to pretend to be normal among normal people when you are not so normal.

I asked her to stop because I did not want to hurt her. I cared for her. She did not listen. She did not understand. Had she stopped then, we could have ended up in the sofa having hyper-rough sex. Me pounding my dick in her as she cries tears of pain and pleasure. But now I was turning into a predator. My bloodlust was increasing rapidly.

She was getting tired and slowed down oblivious to my instincts to kill are increasing. My face pulls up into a smirk as I stop just behind her, staring down at her.

I grab her by her neck and smash her head on the nearest wall. She turns to look at me surprised, eyes wide, as she places her hand on her head as her blood trickles down.

Finally. The sight of the thick crimson blood  fills me with bliss. Tears flow down her eyes. The sight made me smile. I could feel my eyes dilating. The urge to tear her apart increases.

She scans my face as she realizes something is not right. Too late for realization. 

I expected her to accept her fate but humans have a sickening habit of thinking that they can change their fate. So, she ran. And I followed.

Right now, we are playing a little game of hide and seek. At least it's a game for me and I am  thoroughly enjoying it. I know where she is hiding. I am too good at this game.

Humming my favorite song, I make my way up the stairs towards our bedroom. I look at our photos on the wall and my eyes fall on a hanging sickle, thanks to her unusual taste on decors. 

This will help flow some blood. With a sickle in my hand and a grin on my face, I walk towards our bedroom. 

I feel a pair of eyes on me as I enter the room. I can also hear her ragged breathing. Aww, she is scared. 

I know she is in the closet. I know she has our bedside lamp as it is missing from its place. I know she is stupid. And I know I will enjoy it.

Taking small steps towards the closet, I smell her fear leaking through the gap between the doors. I have no patience for games anymore.

I pull open the closet door, strike the sickle straight through her neck, see her head getting half detached, hear her body falling, taste the drop of blood on my lips and feel the pleasure flowing through my veins. I almost moan at the sight. I feel my pants getting extremely tightly.

I rush towards the bed and zip open my jeans. I throw away my pants and briefs as I start stroking my dick at the sight of her. I never knew she could get me so  worked up. I squeeze my balls and start moving my hand on my dick. Lewd moans slip through my lips. Oh I am close. I feel the pressure in my lower belly. The pleasure increases by tenfold and I cum.

That was awesome. I put on my clothes as I prepare to dispose of the body and keep some parts of her for experiment purpose. What? I have a medical PHD. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

Kim Y/n: Hey, wanna hangout this weekend? And I want to confess something.

Awesome. I got another chick. This ethereal face helps a lot.