You sit on the couch, watching tv while you eat dinner. You chose pizza tonight. Pizza with extra cheese, onions, green peppers, ham, and olives, to be exact. You dip your pizza in that garlic sauce the pizza place has as you eat it, the crust is always too dry otherwise, you think. You listen to the late night show host babble about something you don't really care about, but you laugh at the man's jokes, he was always funny. Eventually, you've had your fill of pizza and downed a couple of cans of your favorite soda. You dispose of the garbage from dinner and put away leftovers. A bottle of whisky finds its way into your hands and you sip straight from the bottle for a bit, watching some re-run of a popular tv show now.
Time passes and you feel that the alcohol has definitely found it's way through your body and you have a buzz. Also, you're exhausted. You turn off the tv and head to your room. You're in bed a minute later and sleep finds you easily.
More easily than it should, given the circumstances. But how could you know? I am good at what I do, after all. But poor you, you don't get to have any real fun with me. See, I want to drag out our relationship a little, but we Have to see your blood spill and I have a very busy schedule to keep. So Im afraid there will be no games with you. I feel my lips twist into my usual predatorial grin as my knife raises to your throat. It's a shame you're a heavy sleeper. I tried making some noise so I would at least have a bit of a fun with a short encounter before you die. Oh well.
"See you on the other side."
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Randomness
RandomThis is basically a collection of things I have written because I was bored and something inspired me and I wrote about it. These little scenarios come to my brain because of songs mostly. Also, a lot of it, if not all of it, has to do with a lesbia...
