At the sight of blood, my heart started to beat harder. I wanted more blood, more pain. I craved it, desired it, enjoyed it. I needed the agony to consume every fibers of my body, until there is nothing left of me.
It was my favorite feeling.
On t...
A drenaline. You know, this sensation that make you do crazy things, things that you would have never thought doing it if you were sane.
It's exactly what's happening to me now, as I carry the unconscious body of the piece of shit that was serving me as a boyfriend.The anger was only rising, and it took me everything to not kill him rightthere in the car, The only thing stoping me from doing it was that his bloodcould dirty my precious car and he wasn't worth it.
Beside I have a little surprise for him when he wake up.
Fortunately my grandma wasn't at home, so I didn't have to worry about her seeing my ex boyfriend being tortured in the bassement of the mansion. Or the attic. Depend on my mood.
Apparently she wasn't feeling okay mentally due to the tragic death of my father and grandpa.
Wow God really took the expression "killing two birds with onestone" seriously.
For my part I didn't care about their death, my grandpa was an annoying, poor old man who controlled my grandma like a freak, he didn't let her go out, didn't let her talk with her friends, the onlytime he let her out was for business events. When I was seventeen he tried to do the same with me, but on the contrary of my grandma, I grabbed a knife and threatened him to let me out of his psychos manners if he didn't want to see his name engraved in a grave with the rest of the family. Luckily god took care of it without me being involved in a murder, with a painful cardiac arrest.
For my father it was adifferent story, a more tragic story. The last time he was seen, his body was dismembered and he was put in a fridge, I didn't have enough luck to see him in this state.
Unfortunately, the last time I saw him, he was crying in the arms of his mom, because miss perfect divorced him and left with another man, he also came to apologize to me, telling me he was sorry for leaving me, and that he would do his best to become a good dad.
Sadly, life didn't agree to his plan.
His death is still a mystery for the authorities, there is no suspect, no traces, nothing at all, and I will not lie, I am agreeably surprised that someone could have killed my father without letting any trace.
I will be on my knees for this person.
I escaped my thoughts beforethey go any further and focalized all my attention on mr.cheater, who was waking up slowly. Realizing who was in front of him, his eyes inspected the room, before they filled up with fear.
Oh my gosh I love scaring people.
"Luciana" His words came out as a realization "What are you doing ? what the hell ?"
I observed him, whilehe was trying to untie the rope that tied his hands
. "Luciana I swear to go-"His words died in his throat the minute I showed the gun and directed it to his dick. "Okay so here is the deal" I said. "you.are.gonna.die. today" Glaring at him, I slowly pronounced the words to him "But because I am the nicest person you ever seen and by the way the last, I will give you the opportunityto choose how you gonna die".
I smiled widely at him.The fear only grew in his eyes, and my excitement only increased with it.
"Where the fuck I am" His voice was a mix of anger and fear. A lot of fear.
"Johnny, baby" I said gently as I caressed his cheek slowly. "I thought that you always wanted to visit the Alvarez mansion, so here we are, in my favorite room, the attic, did you see how much you are special to me?" My smile only grew when he became to shake and cry
"Luciana I love you,please don't do that , you are the one and only" He was so pathetic, begging me like I would give him a chance.I cupped his face in my hands and glared at him innocently "Johnny, is it true ? you love me?" I said softly. This time his eyes were full of hope "Yes baby, you are the most important thing in my life, untie me and I swear I will make you the happiest women ever"
Like, I would need his help to be happy.
I approached him and whispered into his ears "Tell me Johnny, do you prefer dying asfixed or dying with a bullet right into your pathetic little dick"
His face went blank, the fear was engraved in his face, his eyes were empty, like he didn't have anyhope, he was scared, terrified, frightened, his body was shaking so hard.
I have never been more happy in my life.
The silence was too loud. I didn't want that, I wanted him to scream, I wanted him to beg me to stop, I wanted him to cry, to suffer. "Johnny, baby, I promise you that you will beg me to kill you" I said as I lifted his chin. " And stop crying, it make you more pathetic than you already are, anyway, good night , I am very excited to show you what I have for you tomorrow" It was my last words before closing the door and locking him into the attic with the ghosts that I hope will hunt him.
Don't worry you will be one of them soon.
LUCIANA OUTFIT
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THE ATTIC
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