Every day he'd come home, drenched in sweat and tired. I've always wondered about his occupation, what does he work for and where does he work at? how come he hasn't told me these things already? if I question him, he just tells me it's a simple day job, well his "day job" lasts forever. I've seen paychecks and loose dollars come in and out of our household, so he makes money, but how? Not too long ago he came home with a few specks of blood on his shirt, I noticed he wasn't wearing his jacket either when he came home that day so it made me wonder if he was a butcher. after coming in he changed fast too, but I didn't question him, I take his word that he isn't up to something and that he just works. it wasn't long ago I started questioning him, besides the increase of young girls going missing in nearby areas, he came home with a large cut on his arm and scratch marks on his face, I asked him about it and if he was okay, he said he was fine and that I need to stop worrying about things. so I didn't, I let him do his thing while I did mine. I really began to become skeptical of him, why is he getting hurt at work and coming home with blood on him at times, maybe he is a butcher. It's the only thing that repeated in my head, "He's a butcher, that's all." I try my best to not worry about things but it's hard not to.
he just came home yesterday, he had quite a bit of blood coating the left side of his pants and lower shirt, I asked and he told me he is going to clean it, that it's from an "at work mishap", I told him whatever and to go clean himself before he gets blood on something. while he showered I went to his truck to investigate for myself, I found something I regret finding. underneath one of the seats was a large bag, inside were some small plastic bags, rope, gloves, a bloody jacket, and a axe, a bloody axe. I became terrified when I noticed in one of the small bags were human teeth and fingers, and a flap of flesh that resembled a face but I couldn't tell. I quickly closed everything and went inside to confront my husband, I walk into the bathroom and he is just there staring into the mirror, I asked him what the hell was it that I found in his truck and he just looked at me, he asked me what and I told him he knows what. he broke down into tears before straightening himself up and telling me what he really does, he murders people for a living, mainly young girls to sell their parts through an underground organization. I was baffled but I didn't really mind, my husband is a murderer.
