Sunday, July 11, 2021
Dear Mother,
I NEED TO KILL HER. I NEED TO KILL ALL OF THEM. BLOOD. SEX. IT CALLS FOR ME. INEEDITINEEDITIFUCKING NEEDIT FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!
Fucking hell! There is something wrong with me. It seems some unknown witch has cast a hex upon my life. My family. Everything seems to be going in shambles. Every fucking single thing! And you know what makes it worse today? It's another annoying Sunday as usual and you know I detest Sundays. They never fail to remind me of your abominable husband. Stupid man.
Anyways, I digress. The crux of my fury lies in the fact that I haven't seen a little girl to sacrifice to Holy Mary. Compared to the good ole days, there were homeless kids out there, roaming around like lost sheeps. All fresh for the picking. But no more! These blasted orphanages and charities are really doing their fucking jobs! Gah!!!! It pains me.
And my baby girl, A? I feel like there's an issue on her part! She no longer responds to my treatment. It seems she is . . . seeing someone else? But who? If it isn't the man I ordered her to get back together with, then she's got another thing coming. The foolish ingrate! Nevertheless, I've ordered my men to spy on her. And if I find out that she really is seeing someone else, there would be hell to pay. I would really love it if she is misbehaving though. That way I get to mete out my sweet punishments on her fuckable ass. The kind that never fails to leave me orgasming.
The corner of my lips crooks in a sly grin as I whip my bloodied ink across the page. A glare of harsh yellow light from the single bulb makes me realize that the ink isn't fresh anymore. It's stale red (if there's a word like that) and nearly run down. Another testament that I need to kill someone to keep up my supply. The vexing remainder wipes out any smile on my face, fury rushing forth within the black depths of my heart.
I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE!I need to kill, no— I need to sate this ravenous entity within me. If I don't I feel I might go mad with the very thought. Jesus!
I close my eyes for a moment, thumbing my metal beads, striving to see if I could get a measure of comfort from caressing the blood-splattered chaplet. Nothing.
That's it Mother. Enough is enough. I am moving out to locate a girl, whatever her age might be. I don't give a flying fuck. I need a girl and I am having one tonight!
Your hungry son,
Ave Maria.
A/N: Chapter 36 coming soon!🤭 Stay tuned peeps!
Love,
Nita.
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