My little worlds

Horror story...maybe

"Please... spare me" she begged through sobs.

"As you wish" and then he shot her. He then turns to me and smiles. A smile I have known for years, the smile of death. He was death. That memory, it's been playing in my head for years. Maybe that sole memory was the reason I had this person under me. That their hot heavy breath was touching my skin and making it burn with excitement. The way they struggle around my hold was making my heart race. I felt such an impulse, the rush of them being strangled to their death. Beg! Beg! I wanted them to beg for me to stop. For them to cry for mercy and I refuse to give it to them. But no one has asked for it, no one has said the lines that burned in my memory. I wanted to repeat that night over and over again but no one completed my desire. The way my mom cried and begged my father to spare her and that evil smile he gave her as he pulled the trigger. I want to see that again but no one has done it. Fifteen dead, make that sixteen now and still no one has said the words. But I won't stop till I find it until my dream come true. I want to see the smile of death again.