Gore Whore

Gore Whore Chapter 2

I stood in my kitchen washing blood off of my hands humming misery to myself as Charlie thumped up my basement stairs a black body bag thrown over his shoulder, the man I just tortured resting dead inside. I flicked my wet hands around watching Charlie smirk as I did.

"What?" I asked still flicking my hands about. He chuckled and cleared his throat

"Well, for a woman who just tortured a man to death you seem awfully gidish." I smiled and walked towards my fridge pulling out a jug of sunny d and started chugging it down. When I looked at Charlie he was smirking and walking towards the door. 

"Want some?" I called after him.

"No thank you Livia." He said politely closing the door behind him. I looked at my hands picking at the blood crusted underneath my fingernails. Time to go clean up, I thought as I moved the rug and the floor boards from a spot in the corner of the living room. I walked down the stairs and flicked on the light. The room wasn't anything special really. Four red concrete walls and plain black floor. The table in the middle was for staking as you just witnessed and the one in the right corner was metal for everything else. I picked up a bloody scalpel and hammer. Charlie must of left the stakes in his hands. I began to walk walk up the stairs but stopped and realized what I forgot I shivered as I turned to the room and walked to the wooden table. I looked down to find the tongue dried blood aid on it and around it. I picked it up and tossed it in the trash can by the door as I walked up the basement stairs.

 I washed the scalpel and hammer and put them back downstairs. I took off the blood covered apron and tossed it into the hamper in my room as I made my way to my bathroom. I turned the shower on and waitied for it to get hot. The water sending goosebumps up my arms as I touched it every now and then adjusting the temperature of  the water. I turned to look at myself in the mirror, blowing a raspberry as I fidgeted with my blonde curls. I sighed and stepped into the shower scrubbing the blood off of me and watching it flow down the drain. 

I climbed into my bed putting my computer on my lap, my towel still wrapped around my body. I went to the website that Eric owned and put in the 27 word long password. I smirked, as I remembered how I thought that was a bit much to protect the site when I first started working for."It's Called Necrophilia Baby!" But oh how wrong I was.

I scrolled through the front page looking at the videos that the other workers posted. Damien posted one where he was skullfucking someones eye. Ow. Vanessa. Bitch face posted one of her smashing a guys balls inbetween two cyndier blocks. I went to the top videos and there it was, what I just did up for the worl- well parts of the world up to see. I looked at the views. 1,803,4567

Damn was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep.

Okay so I guess it's going to be continued, I have no clue where it's going but I have a sight idea. Wish me luck :)