Psycho (NSFW) (JO/You)

V: Red Shorts

After we finished a quick 69 session and shower session, it was pitch black out, maybe a few minutes until one. After our steamy shower, my love was sound asleep. I kiss her forehead then went back to check on the waste of oxygen.

I honestly nearly forgot about him until I remembered we were fucking whilst covered in blood.

When I shined my flashlight on him, he was still unconscious. There was blood all over his lap like a pair of dark red shorts.

I crouch down in front of him, light illuminating his fuck face, though it doesn't wake him in the slightest.

I tap his cheek twice, "Hey, get up." I stare at his swollen, bruised eye then scan over the cuts and abrasions he's suffered to.

I chuckle shortly then backhand him hard, leaving scratches on his face. He lets out a groan, squeezing his good eye before looking up at me. I smile, "Try to stay alive a little longer, yeah?"

He then starts dry sobbing, wheezing and pleading pathetically. "Please... just kill me... please." I tsk and shake my head, "Not yet, bestie. Had you taken 'no' for an answer the first time, you wouldn't be sitting here dickless."

I nearly laugh when he releases a weak sob, something like a scared child. I change my tone to match his demeanor.

"You know a restraining order is a legal 'no', right, buddy?" He continues to cry, which just drained my patience tremendously.

I grip his hair and pull it back hard, making him yelp. "Stop fucking crying or I'll rape you with a fucking sword," I seethe, releasing him roughly.

Some of his hair was in between my fingers, so I shake it off in disgust.

My breathing was ragged and filled with hatred for this disgusting germ. I hate him so much, it fills me to the brim with rage thinking about what he possibly did to my Jenna and all those other women and children.

It makes me wanna kill him again and again.

I wish he was immortal so I can. I got so many ideas, but most of them will instantly kill him, so yeah.

I stand straight, counting in my head to calm myself down.

Count to 100. Breathe.

When I get to 88, I was still angry, but calmer.

"You're already fucked, Joe. I'm sure the moment my brothers took you, you knew it. Then again, Dumbass... you probably didn't know you were really fucked until Jen ripped your dick off with her bare hands," I end with a chuckle.

I then hear him mumbling something under his cries. I furrow my brows, listening carefully.

"...forgive me for all I've done, Lord. Allow me into the Kingdom of Heaven and I'll do right by you. I accept Jesus Christ as my savior...," I scoff then hit him in the head, making him stop with a whimper.

"Don't you get it?! I'M your god! I got your life in MY hands! And you deserve this Hell!" I laugh maniacally, mind flashing with different things I can torture him with. I just need him to stay alive a little longer.

I calm down from my laughing fit with a sigh, turning my flashlight off. I've been doing this long enough to know my way in the dark; though, to him, it's pitch blackness.

My voice then drops to a menacing octave, "Did you learn your lesson, Joey?"

"Y-Yes," he coughs out and I hum. "Mm, no you haven't," I say before hitting him in the head with my flashlight again, knocking him out.

"See ya in the morning, bitch."

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Hours later, Jenna is still sound asleep upstairs while I cooked breakfast. I decided to make her favorite with coffee; something simple and delicious.