phycopath (Jeremiah Valeska)

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Weapons spread out on the table and an animal on the floor.

Ever since his brother poisoned him, he did this

Started with Mice then got bigger

He stabbed the creature hearing the cries it let out, maybe if the animal cried they'd be set free but this just fueled the mans desires.

While he was preoccupied, his girlfriend peaked in but after seeing this horrendous scene she snuck off.

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"who did it, who killed my dog" a woman asked, she seemed to have had enough.

"I don't know" the girlfriend spoke, that was a lie she very well knew who it was she was sorta happy to see it, the blood pouring, oozing out of every part of the animal.

The initial look at what her boyfriend was doing was scary, but looking back she wished she'd looked longer.

Felt the presence longer, to fill the void of her phycotic mind.

"well no ones leaving MY House until the culprits found, I mean I have a rough sketch, right, Gerald" she spoke venom lacing her voice.

"HIS NAMES NOT GERALD, It's VALESKA, JEREMIAH VALESKA YOU FUCKING KNOW THIS SO WHY, WHY, WHY, MUST YOU SAY HIS NAME INCORRECTLY, EVERY FUCKING TIME, HAHAH, THE THINGS I WANNA DO RIGHT NOW. YOU. WOULDN'T. BELIEVE." the girl spoke works full of envy.

"DO YOU KNOW WHO YOUR SHOUTING AT YOUNG LADY

I AM YOUR MOTHER"

"ARE YOU REALLY, YOU HATE MY BOYFRIEND, YOU HATE ME, JUST BECAUSE I DON'T GIVE YOU MONEY FOR YOUR DRUGS OR SHIT YOUR PATHETIC." the girl retorted

The girls pov

Letting off steam like this is amazing.

I walked out Jeremiah followed a shit eating grin plastered his face, not like usual... This was more mischievous, more dirty.

We reached my bedroom.

"that my dear, that was very, very, attractive" Jeremiah spoke seductively.

I walked toward him. "your my joker, and if anyone Messes with you they mess with me, and little by little, day by day, I fall more in love with you, I become Homicidal, phycotic and I love it." I spoke my words filled with love and attraction.

It was true, day by day I was too becoming more psychotic, but when Jerome set that trap of poison in Jeromes house I went in with him, so we were both as equally poisoned

"I Know you saw me kill that creature, I want you to do as you say and end that woman's life, Harriott." he replied.

"from tonight Harriotts dead, call me Cracker, I don't wanna just kill her, I want to cause her pain the same type she caused me but with vat, I want to crush her skull, to make her scream, cry while I poor salt in the wound and laugh so hard at all of that woman's misery" I spoke words full of envy.

Jerome didn't waste a second before kissing my lips, Holding my waist and pulling me further into his body. My hands started to trace up his back before deciding to rest on his shoulders, he is tall, well taller than me as I am 5'6 and he's gotta be like 6'0 at least.

My hands finally started to relax but my fingers moved at their on beat, gently gripping small clumps of Jeremiah Ginger locks, hoping to spice this moment up or to pull a moan out of him and I got what I wanted I guess.

He kept his arms around my waist but started walking forward in turn making me walk backwards towards the end and after a few steps my knees buckled because of the bed and I fell, Jeremiah gently placing himself ontop of me as our makeout session got more and more heated.

Footsteps. Getting closer and closer, the talking of voices getting louder and louder.

*kill her*

*their after you*

*stab her*

*run the police are after you*

It was like my mental issues were arguing for front seat, Bipolor, and psychosis both after my loaded gun, but where was it.

"Footsteps" I shot up from under Jeremiah

"What" he asked slightly concerned

"Footsteps, I hear them clear as day, to light for that druggie, but who else could it be" I spoke rather fast before Jeremiah grabbed my baseball bat and exited the room, I shortly followed.

"What the fuck , are you kidding me you fucking fuck" Jeremiah grunted rather annoyed.

"Who is it"

"Just your mum, hanging from the curtain rail" he spoke rather amused

"Well no fair, what about our plans, my plans, told you from the start she so fucking selfish" I spoke annoyed.

"Trust me there are other shit heads in this world, who deserve a good beating, although I would Love to stay and live here we can get rid of her body, I have a million different ways" Jerome spoke "pluck her teeth and feed her body to pigs, throw the teeth in the ocean, we could bury her body under an animal carcus or under a freshly covered coffin, or under an endangered species of plant"

"Woah you've thought too much about this, but how about under a grave seems like a decent idea" I spoke.

"under a grave it is" Jeremiah spoke "lookie, how much would we get for this" he continued prying a ring off of the woman's corpse.

"100 at best, she's cheap in surprised she didn't sell it to be honest" she spoke

"we should sell it, buy you a pretty silver necklace, although nothing will look better than my had around your throat my dear" he spoke putting his hand on her throat.

"won't feel anywhere as good as your hand" she spoke grabbing his wrist to add even the slightest bit of pleasure, and pressure to her throat.

"I know a guy, get a necklace made with a hand charm" he spoke his face practically on hers their breath intertwining and dancing off each others face.

"your so fucking gorgeous Jeremiah" she barely spoke before he leaned in and roughly kissed her.

"I fucking love you" he spoke in between kisses, the kisses full of fire and hunger.

"I love you too" she replied as he pulled away, a phycotic grin on his white face.