I walked past the person who I hated the most, my mother. I grinded my teeth as I walked past her. How I hated her, I hated her with such a passion. I’ve never felt so much hatred in all of my life. She was the devil, I tell you, the devil. She was an ugly old, brittle woman, yes, very brittle. Oh, how I despised her. She smirked at me, I just had to walk past her, just had to get pass her, but no, she stopped me.
“Where in the HELL do you think you are going?” She asked with spit going everywhere from her toothless mouth. I suppose she was doing crack, or meth, maybe heroin.
“Nothing,” I said. “Crack whore.” I said under my breath.
“That is a lie, you are about to go out of the front door. Tell me. Now!” She yelled profusely spitting profusely.
“TO THE SHED, IF YOU’D JUST LOVE TO KNOW. YOU FAT ASS BITCH!” I yelled at her. She was stone hard, no fear appeared in her face. She wasn’t scared of me, the wicked old witch.
“You - you young man, do not give me lip. I’ll cut ‘yer tongue out, so you can’t speak.” She said being dead serious. She always threatened me, I got used to it.
I walked out of the house, cussing under my breath. I wanted to murder her, yes.. what I’ll do. I walked to the shed, my only safe spot. Sadly, it was only me and her that lived together, I was nice, shy and quiet in school. I was the person nobody thought would murder someone, so it was perfect. I planned my plan to murder my mother in the shed. It took me hours to figure out exactly what I was going to do, it was a flawless plan. I would say she stormed out the house, and that I haven’t seen her since. Perfect, flawless plan. It was that night I planned to do it. I’d have to stay awake, my mother doesn’t go to bed until about 2 in the morning, me about midnight. I drank her red bull, and cups and cups of coffee. I heard her walk up to her room, close the door, turn on her TV, and pass out.
I creeped to the door, and slowly opened it, keeping the creeking to a minimum. I walked in, with Chloroform, yes, chloroform on a rag and went it.
“MOTHER!” I yelled, “SINCE AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER YOU HAVE BULLIED ME. YOU EVIL BITCH. THIS IS NOW OVER, YOU SEE?” She awoken from her sleep.
I took the chloroform rag and put it over her mouth and nose, she was out now. I dragged her naked, passed out body to the shed. I took my leather strap and tied her up to the wall, she was mine to torture now. I tied her at her wrists, and feet, and waist. She was standing on a chair, but I’ll kick it out from under to make her torture even more.
“Wake up, wake up!” I yelled as I slapped her hard across the face.
“You little mania-” She started to say.
“I guess, I’ll gag you if you don’t cooperate.” I said as I put her gag on.
I turned around, hearing her kick, and her muffled scream, it brought me joy. She was evil, not of this world, she was the Devil, god has told me in a dream, I remember it now i was 9. He told me she was the devil, that she was to be dead. I took a rusty old knife.
“Oh, I do love you mom…” I told her as I walked to her slowly, “Not really, you bitch.”
I sliced her forehead, and it started to bleed. The blood flowed down her face, and there was some on the rusty knife. She started to cry, but the blood was still gushing from her forehead, down her face. The tears and blood mixed, joy it brought me. Mountains on top of universes of joy. It felt good to bring her pain, as she did to me so many many times.
“Do you like that?” I asked my mother. She screeched with pain and misery and agony. I grabbed a hatchet. Ahh it felt good in my hands. Heavy, sturdy, and well, fantastisch. I took the hatchet in both hands, and pulled it back. I swung it, hard very hard, and fast too. I cut off all of her fingers on her right hand. I smiled, and laughed almost evilish.
I then took a saw, a little saw. I sawed off her right ear, and left foot. Oh, how she screamed, how much this was pleasing. As she was naked on the wall, I had a great idea. I took the knife, and started to slash at her tit. The tears she had, the blood spurting everywhere. All over her body it was, it was my masterpiece, it was beautiful. She moaned and groaned and screamed in pain. I remembered what she told me earlier, I’ll cut off your tongue. Well, now its going to happen to her. I took the knife and repeatedly slashed at her tongue until it fell off. Oh was it funny to pick the tongue from the floor, and eat it. I stuck it in my mouth, and chewed. It was an off taste, and an off texture, but it still brought me joy. I then had another idea.
I then got real close to her, and started to kiss her. It was odd since she had no tongue. I then pulled off my pants, and underwear. I had a full fledged boner. I put my dick in her vagina, and I did a pulsating motion,she was screaming and crying. It felt wonderful, so satisfying. I then stopped after my load went everywhere. I then got dressed again. I took the knife and stabbed her left eye and twisted. You should’ve seen her bloody body and face. It was hilarious. I laughed, then spat in her face. I then was finished tormenting her, torturing her.
It was what I planned to do, I was going to catch the shed on fire. I caught several things on fire. A couple hundred of old newspapers which got things going. I unleashed her from the wall, and she fell to the ground, weak, so weak. I then exited, the shed, closing the doors behind me. I was walking to the house from the shed when the doors opened wide. It was my mother, still alive, stil strong enough to get up. She had a tomahawk in her hand. I didn’t think she could, but she threw it with perfect aim and hit me in the skull, it was there, and I fell over, dead.
THE END!
