I still remember the night, I killed my father too Alexandra. It was a calm night the moon was bright and my father arrived at my house for dinner. We eat and talk for what seemed like hours. After we were done talking I got him a drink which I had put some pills in too put him to sleep.
By the time he woke up I had gotten some rope and tied his wrists and ankles together, and then slapped him with all I could. He woke up instantly and yelled “What’s wrong with you?”; this made me angry so with an evil grin on my face I said “Here is what I’m going to do” as I put my foot on his arm and pushed down. Then I grabbed his right hand and stabbed it over and over with my knife and did the same to his entire right hand. Then I took his eye lids and slowly cut them off his screaming was making me more angry then before so I took some duct tape and covered his mouth he tried to yell “stop!” so I replied “okay” and let go of him, I turned to my right and seen that the wood stove had a fire in it, so i grabbed his hair and pulled as hard as I could and dragged him to the wood stove, I opened the door and pulled his head close to the fire it singed his face, and then I pushed him into the stove and listened while he burned to death after 5min the screaming stopped and all was silent and I took to my bed for the night. I woke up to the smell of his burning ashes.
