Killer's Son

Birthday Massacre

Jeff was furious right now, his kid. His own god damned kid had lied to him square in the eyes about the key and not even bat an eye lid over it too. Running down to the hallway, he spotted the trail of piss and followed it. Jerry was sitting with no jeans on.

"Where's the key, Jerry!"

He shouted but the boy just shook his head and looked up.

"I-I don't have it! I swear!"

Jerry pleaded as he felt Jeff grab him and search his pockets for any kinds of hard object. The killer frowned and looked at the boys pants. Seeing his father look there made him feel very uncomfortable and he crossed his legs.

"Jerry, take em' off."

Jeff asked and the boy just went red in the face but he did as he was told and he took off his pants. The killer didn't see anything drop and rubbed the back of his head. He let Jerry put his pants back on and blew out some air.

"So you never took the key from the room? Not even to play with that stupid cat. Yes, I know about her. If you don't be honest, I'll have to force you to tell the truth."

The boy felt his heart freeze at the thought of the cat being harmed in any way at all. No, his father wasn't that inhuman towards him .. Right?

Jerry explained that all he had done was go towards the door as he wondered where Mama was. Nothing else. Upon hearing this, the killer was not very trusting. But he chose to believe him anyhow.

"Well, the issue is that..Mama was being naughty, so daddy locked her in the basement. But now that the key is gone, Mama will starve. The key also unlocks the outer part of the garage. So guess Mama will just need to die."

Jeff said with a fake sob. He knew that if the kid was lying , then this would flush him out. Jerry fiddled with his shirt and then gulped. He didn't want Mama to die and he didn't want her hurt either... His father was calmer now, so maybe he'd not punish Mama anymore.

"...Washing machine."

Jerry let his lie out of it's bag and pointed to the closed washing machine. Jeff opened it up and there sat the key, at least the boy was truthful..but..

With no warning, Jerry was winded by Jeff. The boy clutched his stomach and keeled over , Jeff looked at him.

"That was for lying to your father Jerry"

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Opening the garage door, he'd noticed the girl tryng to swing her way to the leaver and he laughed at her feeble kicks.

"Gotta say, that's a good idea..."

Jeff stated as he turned and locked the door.

"But, you're gonna have to do better than that bitch."

He said as he walked down the stairs and to the work bench, this time, he would not let anything interupt his relaxation time. He would get this stress off his back and then, he could celebrate the kids birthday a lot better. No anger and no anxiety.

"The kid's locked out, so this time... Nothing will stop your punishment."

Jeff said as he looked through the tool box and then remembered the shock collar. He walked to the place he had dropped it and then over to Krystal.

"Now be a good girl, and wear the fucking collar."

He growled but Krystal, as expected was not having it and tried to retaliate with all of her might. Having had enough, Jeff grabbed a hammer and smashed it into her ankle with a sickening crack. Blood dripped down from the now twitching appendage.