Product Of A Murderer

Chapter Five- Classic Whore, Ugly Death

**torture warning** (you've been warned.)

“I’m not going, you can’t make me go.” He pouts throwing himself onto the bed right next to me. I poke his side and he starts giggling like a child putting a smile on my face.

“You know that I can force you to go, don’t test my patience ginger.” He looks at me like he is about to say something but he doesn’t get to say anything because my phone goes off.

Rickey: john u comin or wht? Sophies waiting 4 u ;)))

I sigh loudly and throw my phone to Alan so he can see and that bastard starts laughing! This isn’t funny; she’s a crazy bitch.

“What’s so funny?” I ask to which he laughs harder.

“Oh nothing “John” I’m just so excited to go to the ball.” He says sarcastically putting emphasis on John. I look at him blankly and his smile freezes for a moment. He’s giving me that look again and it makes me move closer to him. Why does he have this control over me? We are inches from each other his hands through my hair, my hands on his hips and I’m about to kiss those pretty lips of his until someone knocks on his door bringing us apart. In a sense I’m thankful because nothing good can come from this. I can’t give him what he wants; I will bring him pain and suffering. His mom rushes in dressed trashy, like the trash she is saying that she wants him out and that brings a smile to my face because no he has to go.

We’re in my car and he’s blasting Brand New and I actually find myself really enjoying this band. I'm so caught up with the song that I almost pass the house but I turn around only to see Rickey with his SnapBack and stretched ears standing with some girl talking about who knows what. I park across the street and take one last look at Alan who is pleading with his eyes to let him free but he has surrendered himself to me and there is nothing he can do about it. We exit the car and make our way into that house my arm around Alan's shoulder. To say get together is a total understatement to what this was. The house was filled with people, some I recognized others coming across as complete strangers.

We sat at a couch and we met some guys who lived in the neighboring town. Tino, Phil and Aaron were seeing an old friend named Shay and they were waiting up on him. They were cool guys and Alan actually talked to them; breaking out of his shell. I told them I was going to the bathroom and walked up the stairs, I would have probably made it there too if I wasn't pulled into a bedroom. It was so dark that it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust, Sophie was standing there in her underwear practically rubbing her disgusting STD ridden body against mine and I swear in that moment I felt real fear, says the boy who's in the murdering business with his father, it's just that I didn't want to die from HIV. I push her away before she gives me crabs or something and she falls back passing out like the drunk whore she is. I call my father and give him the address leaving the window open. He won't have a problem scaling the side of the house because the fucking bitch has a ladder leaning against her house. I lock her door from the inside and exit through the connecting bathroom. I'm walking back to Alan and then I fell someone push me, big surprise it Ronnie. He's trying to taunt me and I'm trying to get around him but he's blocking the way with his body barking insults at me with his rancid breath; filthy fucking asshole. He swings at me and I lose it swinging right back, breaking his fucking nose. He stumbled back and falls on his ass not daring to get back up. People start cheering but I don't care I just wanna get out of here. I walk towards Alan and grab him by his wrist muttering a goodbye to our new friends, Alan waves goodbye and I'm dragging him outside. Rickey walks up to me asking me if I've seen Sophie and I tell him that I saw here getting into some guys car about an hour ago.

Were sitting in my car and Alan isn't saying a single word. Maybe he's angry for ruining the party and making him leave. "That was great." He says excitedly bouncing in his seat. I wish he would bounce on my lap like that but I quickly shake the thought out of my mind- that is until he's climbing over the seat, straddling me.

"What are you doing?" My heart is beating so hard in my chest, does he know what he does to me?

"It seems that every time you make a move we get interrupted. Now you either stop teasing me and kiss me or you forget about everything and stay out of my life." I know I should pick the second option because its safer for him but I can't help the things I'm feeling. I put my hands through his hair and pull him down kissing him with all the tension that I've held in me since the day I've laid eyes on him. There is no other that can make me feel like this; there is no one else like my little ginger princess. He pulls away and smiles resting his head on my shoulder.

"I thought I would die before I got to feel like this."

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I tell Alan to wait in my car, that I need to get something. I walk inside and I hear nothing. I walk closer to the basement and still nothing. I'm walking down the stairs and I think that maybe my father hasn't gone to get her but as I open the door at the bottom of the stairs I hear her scream and a smile scraps it's way onto my face. She's yelling and pleading for my father to let her go but he just smiles down at her like he does to all his victims. She's tied up onto the table completely naked just how she likes it and it pisses me off I grab a needle and thread and tell my dad to help me sew up her open wound, he plays along and keeps her face still, she recognizes me and pleads for me to set her free but I shake my head in amusement. how fucking pathetic, you wanna act like a whore, you're going to die like a whore. She's bargaining for her life, money, sex, drugs you name it she offered it. Nothing gives me more pleasure than killing the person I hate the most. I push the needle through her bottom lip and she screams from the top of her longs I sew up her mouth and she breaks the thread when she screams so I have to do it over and over until she can't break through the thread.

"What a fucking whore. Maybe I should fuck you like the whore you are?" She's shaking her head but I don't care. My eye catches the handle of something and I pick it up; a knife, it's time to have some fun. I show her the knife and smirk at her, tears streaming down her face but I don't give a shit. I put the tip of the knife up against her vagina and she wriggles around trying to get free. I push the knife and I can hear her muffled screams.

"Moan like the fucking whore you are. I bet you like it you filthy cunt." I yell as I thrust it deeper into her, pulling it in and out of her, she screams so hard that it breaks the thread ripping her lips to pieces, her screams escaping her mutilated mouth; her mouth looking like her vagina; torn and bloody. I keep pushing the knife in until she passes out from the trauma and the blood loss and even then I don't stop. My father snaps me out of it and tells me to stop. I drop the knife to the floor and realize. I look at her body and I realize what I've actually done; I've killed people yes, but torture them? Never, until now at least. I have to get out of here; I have to get cleaned up and get Alan and get out of here. My dad has his back to the door and I'm glad because when I open the door Alan is standing there with his hands covering his mouth and his eyes widened in shock.

Oh shit.