Psycho (NSFW) (JO/You)

I: Can't Wait To Tell Her

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My girl went to a Halloween party last night while I stayed home. I'm more of a home body while Jen likes to go out and have fun.

Plus, I had cleaning up to do.

She got a little too drunk and was brought home by her ex, Henry. I didn't like him not only because he's an ex, he's also a dick douche who needs to drink a full gallon of acid.

He claimed she was too drunk last night so he brought her over and took care of her. But something wasn't right.

She was mumbling nonsense and laughing every time I'd ask her if she was okay.

I know how Jenna is when she's shit faced, this was different. After observing her for 2 seconds, I realized she was drugged.

And based off of the cocky energy he gave when he dropped her off...

Two plus two equals triangle if the situation wasn't obvious.

I stalked him and found out he was on the registry for roofying and taking advantage of girls and impregnating his little sister. The new information made my need for him to bleed grow dangerously high.

I think I foamed at the mouth a little.

I stare at the unconscious man that I had hanging up by chains in my dungeon-basement or my play room. He was naked and covered in cuts and bruises from his first hour of torture.

I get close to his face, red slobber dripping from his mouth. His breathing was weak, like his ego.

I draw my hand back and smack the shit out of him. He jerks awake with a pained yelp. I grab his jaw roughly with one hand and smile at him. "Wakey, wakey, Henry!" He shudders, groaning weakly.

His eyes go to me and I wave, "Howdy, Henry! Do you know where you are or why you're here?" I say in an animated manner.

He comes to his senses rather quickly and started screaming for help.

I cross my arms over my chest in a bored manner and fake yawned before deciding to scream with him.

"HELP HIM! OMG HE'S HURT! HE NEEDS HELP! OH, HE'S SO SCARED! HELP! HELP! WAAA! WAAA!"

He starts to sob and I laugh, "No one can hear you, bruh."

He shakes his head, "You-You're fucking crazy," he pants out. I hum, nodding as I glance at the table to the right of him.

On it was my favorite steak knife I named Kindness. Next to it was my pocket knife, a small hack saw, and a hedge trimmer.

I tap my chin in faux thought; I already knew what I was gonna use on him. I just love fucking with my victims that way.

"P-Please," he whines. I chuckle darkly, shaking my head at him. "Firstly," I send him a hard punch right in the face, hearing a satisfying crack.

He yelps in pain as his nose leaked all over his mouth and chin before dripping onto the floor. I shake my hand since that actually hurt.

"That's for your victims," I say, earning a barely audible groan.

"Secondly, I know what you did to Jenna last night," I start, looking him in his trembling, bloodshot eyes. He shakes his head while I nod mine.

"Mhm, yep, and I bet you had a little 'fun' with her after you drugged her. Know what that means?" My face folds into an angered expression when all he does is whimper and beg for his life to be spared.

I then repeat in a slow, menacing tone. "Do you know what that means, Henry?" He shakes his head. I suck my teeth, running my fingers on the gardening tool.