I dug my hand deeper into her small, weak stomach. My right hand aching from doing what I love most. From doing my hobby. Jerking my arm back quickly, an unidentified organ tags along. I toss it to the side so I can dig even deeper. But what I love most......
AHHHHH!!! The screams of agony. I'm almost to her spine that I can practically see it. Warm blood oozing down my arm when I hold it up right just makes me love her. I only pretended to love her. I told her that the blood stains weren't actually blood stains, I told her that I was just trying to scare her. But it doesn't matter if I lie, because my whole life is a lie anyway. It is made up of ending lives. Time for the eyes.
I pry my thick thumb into her eye slowly, so I can hear her pain. The crimson blood stains my wall. I kiss her on the lips. She still loves me, I can tell. She tries to give me as much as she can, but fails. "Honey, do you know how many girls I kiss everyday? You don't have to try, baby. You'll be gone soon, and I can just go to a bar and pick up a chick at the snap of a finger, darlin'." Her left eye was tearing, but her right eye couldn't. After all, it was just an empty socket. Don't wonder why she still loves me, I'm muscular, hot, and sexy. I drive ladies mad.
"All right, babe, time to end ya. No more suffering. Say goodbye to this cruel world. But just know, sugar, that I'm as cruel as its gonna get." Those are the last words she hears. I take her head, and break it apart from her shoulders. Blood pours out as if I just popped a giant water balloon. Filled with blood. Half of her head still hung on, and I knew that this was easily one of my greatest masterpieces.
