Yet another child. Yet another murder. This time, Samantha was teaching Kameron how to play baseball, an American sport that he'd been wanting to learn to play for god knows how long.
She really didn't want to teach him but she found some sort of solace in the idea that she could use the bat to kill her son. They practiced for a while until Samantha gave up and decided she'd had enough of his fun and games, it was time for her fun and games, and they did not disappoint. She hit Kameron in the head until his head was cracked open and his skull was falling apart.
She took joy in his screams of pain and enjoyed watching him throw up from the multiple concussions she'd given him in seconds. Waiting and watching his body slowly shut down as the different parts of his brain stopped working one by one, until he was lying limp on the floor, unmoving, not breathing and finally dead. Her dead body pit had been filled up quicker than she'd expected so she had decided to make another one for Kameron's little body, he was only 14, he'd fit in there.
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Sweet By Day, Serial Killer By Night
Aktuelle LiteraturSamantha is your typical suburban mother, well that is until she gets the urge to kill all of her friends and family.
