Game of Death

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 I walk up behind them on the couch and just stand there, watching them. After about 5 minutes the blonde girl pauses the movie. "Do you have the feeling the someone is watching us?" She whispers. The brunette shakes her head. "You've just been watching too many scary movies." She stands up. "I'm going to the bathroom." Thankfully, she leaves the room without noticing me. I don't know what I would have done if she had seen me. I slide into the seat next to the blonde and she jumps. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" "No." She replies but I can tell she is lying. Big mistake. "You should know better than to lie to strangers." "I wasn't lying." She cries and I can see her start to panic. "Must you keep lying?" She doesn't reply, which I guess is better than continuing to lie. "Much better." I notice she is sitting on the opposite side of the couch. "Get over here," I demand. She slides across the couch so her shoulder is touching mine. "What's your name?" "Bella." She whispers. "What's yours?" "That's not important." I put my arm around her and wink. "Honey, I have a question for you. If you were going to die, how would you like to be killed?" She looks at me to see if I'm being serious and when she realizes I am, she answers. "I would probably just want it to be quick and not very painful." Hmm, quick and painless. With my other hand, I pull out my knife. Not the one I used before but a bigger one. It would probably be classified as a machete. "When a person is decapitated, it's said that their body keeps functioning for 3 minutes. Do you want to see if that is true?" "What!" She yelps. In one swift movement, I swing the blade across and cut off her head. Her head rolls onto the floor as I wipe the knife on my jeans. Quick and painless, just what she wanted. I'm not a complete pyscho, I can still be nice sometimes. Yet again, I pull my camera out and take a picture. "Bella, I'm going get a drink from the kitchen, alright? You can start the movie if you want." The brunette calls, not bothering to look into the room. As I make my way back to the kitchen I hear a blood-curdling scream.