Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Bad movie

Chad's POV

I take minutes to concentrate and to clear up my mind. I want at least this one hellish game to go according my plans. And if everything's fine, I would have another dead human on my sleeve. I've been starving again for so long.

"This one MUST be good". I shake my head nervously.

After I finish another cigarette, my foot as before, holding Melinda's body still, i get back to my business, crawling up on her from the back.

As I slowly unzip my pants again making sound echo throughout all the mess lying around, her heartbeats are becoming fast and I know- the lovely sound mean one thing only. She's terrified.

And i'm not denying. Her blood soaking palm, that grips the gravel underneath, is all sweaty and shaking, makes my mind go on overdrive.

I feel thrilled sliding inside her and a tiny spring of blood that covers my tight compliments my actions just fine. Blood is always awesome. However, this time only, I try to ignore it. I'm a harsh motherfucker, I know. No love in my actions, no purity, no nothing.

"What's this?"-i'm being restless, for I don't hear any screams. It's like a damn party for deaf people. I don't like this.

Melinda pulls her bloody arm trying to push me away, while the healthy one is keeping steady on the dirty floor. I slap her few times only so she knows- i'm not the one to fight.

But i take less than I planed. Not hours of overwhelming fear and screams I try to provoke, but to satisfy myself already. It's like I want to get over with it already and relive that damn scene from the movie. What a shame.

"Tell me beautiful,"-i tease pulling my pants back on,-"was it good for you too? Or do we make a round two or something?"

She curls on the floor, embracing her legs and letting her head slop down in defeat. But it's not in a bad way, I guess. Maybe she's just feeling really good.

"I asked you a question!"-i insist again nervously and roll my eyes. "Hello! Earth to Melinda- want to fuck again?"

"It was good, you were amazing!"-she blurbs.

"Oh, thank you!"-i smile and sit on the mattress to tie my shoes and smoke another cigarette. Do I believe her?

Not a bit.

Best part is...the second she lets out her final breath-that's when I see some honesty. Of course she's lying. I know. I'm not stupid.

I grip her arm and make Melinda stand up. "Dress on. We're going out."

She starts dressing, her hands are trembling and she's avoiding my eyes. She knows what's gonna happen next. Obviously. I don't see any other logical reason for her being this stiff.

Once she's done with those clothes, I grab her palm and lead us towards the door. Passing piles of broken furniture and garbage, we head to the staircase.

"What are you going to do to me?"-she mumbles and I roll my eyes again.

"The hell? How come I must repeat myself over and over again?" I drag her out to the open. "You're going to be famous, my dear!"

"Why are you saying this?"

"When Robert finds you, i'm sure you gonna appear on every damn newspaper. Who knows- if you're good enough maybe they give you a first page or whatever."

"What you gonna do?"

"Me?? No no no no no... it's you. You gonna be one of those scream queens. Now..give me your hands,"-i order once again and wrap my hands around her tiny wrists.