I spanked her in the face with a baseball bat covered with barbed wire. She went unconcious. I tied her up. "Poor girl." I snickered at her. I sat beside her and took out a stick of cigarette from my pocket and kippered.
"Shame on you btch. If you just appraised me well, this won't happen to you." I kindle out a demonic grimace. I scowled at her. I can see her blood dripping from her face. I can see her teguments being visible already.
Million thoughts are running in my mind. I stood up and picked up my bat. I leered at it. Her skin is perplexed at the barbed wires. "That's nasty. What should I do with her?" My mind is over speculating. I don't feel any philantrophy towards her.
She deserves it. She deserves all of this. I can feel my blood livid through my veins. "Hey Lucy. Let's finish her up." I was on the brink of whacking her, as I heard a familiar voice yammering my name.
"Olivia!"
I looked behind me. "Dad." I can see him panting. His sweat flux from his face. "Olivia, what have you done?" he said in a shaking tone. He disappeared in a sudden. My mind is being lunatic. I quivered my head. "Aish." It was just phantoms. Why am I seeing him? He's already gone. She killed him. The only person who understands me. The only person who took care of me. The only person who loved me through my imperfections. She took him away from me.
I pierced upon my stepmother again. I wiped off the blood in my shirt. I whacked her up filled with hatred and exasperation. "You ruined my life! You ruined everything!" I continued hitting her with my bat. I can see her skin are dispersed on the floor.
"I just murdered someone." I trembled. I fell down my knees. I looked down. The place started to smell rubbish. I looked at her. "Now, I am happy." I stood up and grinned. I left her then.
I don't care what will going to happen next. I can't be in jail. I'm still crude. Well, maybe of course in hell. "To defeat a monster, I must become one too. Fair play. Right Lucy?" a smirk formed on my lips as I closed the door.
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