I took her apart piece by peace observing the way she worked. It was art at its finest. I ground her bones and made her into cake.
She tasted the sweetest as freshly made bread. After all , her anger made the bread rise. There was a saying that my mother used to excuse her torture , mutilation is the best form of flattery.
Now all that was left was her skin, I pulled out some floss and a needle and began patch working her back together. I put her in a bath of bleach and coke so that she dissolved into nothing.
There is no way I could've bared to put something so horrible back into the earth. It took me all of five hours to completely dismantle and dispose of the trash that was her physical form.
The cops will no doubt look for her, but find nothing. To be safe I knew I had to move out and create a new start for myself . I set the house on fire and laid down in it calling the fire department.
