A Sick Mother Bares A Sick Child.

10.

I washed my hands and began going up the staircase to go make myself some dinner. Walking past the living room greeting my mom and swinging into the kitchen...
Wait mom!?

I half way panicked not expecting to see her here I yelled at her.
"What the actual fuck are you doing here!"
She tilted her head at this and glared at me. "This is my house isn't it?" She spat. Returning back to her comfortable position on the couch, neck brace on and shoulder slung on tightly.
This bitch is relentless wearing a tight low cut white dress, cleavage showing, black fish net stockings and a heels.
I grunt in my brain and deepened the situation... I can't have her ruining anything that nosy bitch will find out...
I tried my hardest to ignore it. At the same time I felt arms wrapped around my stomach. Gliding up to my chest and a chill ran down my spine. Spinning around to see Lucy, mumbling to her in amazement as she whispered to me. "You have to kill her Roger... For us. She can't know I live here now she'll be upset and make someone take you away, we can't have that. Kill her Roger." And with that her soft hands slid off my chest. Looking back at my mother and to the knives in the kitchen.
The echo of her voice in my head and I find my self feet away from my mother knife held above my  head as I tremble.
A knock on the door lifts my intentions and thoughts away. Causing me to drop the knife as I diminished to the floor.

I blink repeatedly wondering what I almost did. 'Did you really almost kill your mother?' a voice said in my head. NO! I Shouted aloud, flinging the kitchen knife across the room hearing it hit the hallway wall. They both stare at me with concern and confusion.

Mother then slowly gets up maybe someone hasn't been taking their happy pills?

I gag as I hear these words come out of her mouth the voice comes back once again in my head this time with many follows.
"You should kill her!''
'Kill her Roger..."
"We want to see fucking blood dammit!!"
As they get louder, my eyes shut tighter before I knew it I was stabbing my mother in the neck with a syringe repeatedly begging them to stop talking. And like a pinch on my arm I stop what I was doing. Not letting my self be disappointed with the work I stood up looking at her bloody body.

A whimper interrupts my gaze from the handy work.
I almost forgot I had a guest. With a big smile I welcome Stacy in, kicking my mother to the side, literally.

Stacy's P.O.V

My eyes open big closing the door before hearing Roger yell at the top of his lungs no, I didn't understand what was going on. As she gets up and walks down to get his medicine she kneels down talking and trying to calm him caressing him and kissing his face he snaps. I can tell his eyes are open now and they look like he's completely lost it. I've never seen this side to him. I bite my lip and looked back not wanting to make a sound as he spins her manhandling the syringe out of her then repeatedly stabbing her in the neck.

My pussy was wet just looking at the fury in his eyes my mind had no control only my body, I slid my hand up my shirt and rubbed slowly on my clit as it throbbed soaking my fingers with my juices, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back playing with my pussy to the gushing sound of blood ouzzing and squirting out of her neck.

Reaching my climax, only to let out a soft whimper in the dead silence now opening my eyes to Roger with a big smile.
"Come to my basement" he said taking my hands out my panties, sucking on my fingers as he chuckled.

The musty smell hit me all at once wondering to myself.
"what fucking died down here"
I might have said those words out loud and I suddenly hear a click, the lights flickered and I adjusted my eyes to the corner of the room not wanting to come closer having that smell swallow my expensive perfume.
He gladly walks over for me getting behind whatever was on that mattress and was taking its ha-
"Roger... is- is that a fucking hand?"
I gasp in awe of his accomplishment.
Who is that I can't see.
He rolled his eyes and stated "The love of my life is with me forever now !"

Eventually after cleaning the blood from his messy mouth I had noticed he put her in the bed naked covered in a white substance he called lime  and along rat poison.
I sat on the couch and wondered did he just kill who he loved or people who treated him bad ?
Was my plan going to back fire trying to make this man love me?

I deeply did not care I just wanted him, I wanted him to want me look at me the way he looked at Lucy. Well maybe not exactly.
But I would have a plan.

A/n thank you so much for reading more coming by very soon

-Ti