Bloody Bastard ||

Chapter 3 || Dinner Time

Note: CONTAINS A LOT o_ o

It's around noon when I'm setting up for dinner, the curtains closed, no lights other than the fireplace next to the dining room. I curse out when I realize I have to go get leftovers from before. Although the body parts I brought back are fresh, they're still disgusting. I headed down to the basement, ready to bring my cute little guest upstairs when shock crossed through my body. As her head rested on the side of her shoulder and her body gone pale, I panicked at the thought that all I had left was a corpse. I rushed over and fortunately, she was still breathing.

A sense of relief goes through my body, an evil smile forming on my face. I swing my hand, slapping her on the face as I leave a sting behind. "Look at you hah, you were almost one lucky bitch." Tears roll down her cheeks as she slowly wakes up, not wanting to meet me in the eyes. I sigh irritated at her stubbornness, but I start to untie her. As I pick her up, ready to walk upstairs for dinner, she throws her fist at me, tears coming through heavily. Although it wasn't a strong punch it still managed to hit me right in the jaw.

I set her down on the end of the table, tying her arms and legs back up. I lean in close to her face, pulling the back of her hair making her flinch, "Listen to me princess, don't make me angry. I made you a nice fucking dinner and we're gonna eat it together, okay?" I pull harder making her muffle out any sound she can make. I head into the kitchen, bringing out our food.

I set her plate down in front of her, proceeding to serve her wine in a cabernet, "Doesn't this look nice?" I smile showing her my kindness towards her, as her expression softens while she stares at me. "This is a filet mignon I really hope you like it. It did take awhile to make." I slowly remove the cloth around her mouth, cutting a small piece from the meal and brings it up to her mouth. "Bon appetit, my Queen." Once the food goes into her mouth, I see how she tries to chew, swallowing after a couple of minutes. "Tastes good right?" Her look seems calmer, probably even accepting the situation. I crack up laughing in front of her, she's confused as fuck making it look more hilarious.

"Oh sweety, that wasn't beef you just ate, that was human meat!" Her expression falls, skin turning pale again, as she starts throwing up all over herself. I chuckled, picking up the cabernet taking a sip of the wine enjoying the moment while I can. Susan crying has made her face puffy, almost making her look cute in a way. I sit down next to her, slicing a piece of the filet, savoring the taste once it's in my mouth. "Isn't this delightful? we're like newlyweds having a nice fancy dinner hah".

Little time has gone by and I continued to eat, as Susan sat there crying quietly. "You know, your brother makes a very tasty meal." I look over to her, waiting to see her reaction and as I expected, she's completely frozen. At this point, I'm sure she's lost all sanity and I can't help but smirk. "Eat up love, let us not make your brother go to waste," I say grabbing a piece for her, shoving it into her mouth. She lets out a loud cry struggling to fight me, pathetically trying to scream out.

I get up from my seat, ready to walk away to serve myself more wine when she manages to get her arms loose. Susan grabs the knife and stabs my hand, the pain shocks me, anger boiling up within me. She's lost all her strength when she tries to stab me again, although I end up moving my hand away.

I've lost control...

I grab the closest thing to me and smash it on her head before I repeatedly started stabbing her face with the broken glass. "How fucking dare you?! After I served you dinner and brought you upstairs?!" I scream, her body no longer moving, my hands covered in oozing blood while it drips everywhere on the floor. A tear of anger rolls down my cheek. I stare at the bloody corpse, the corpse of a woman that I once thought was my bride.

Leaving the mess to rot there, I sit at the other end of the table, now drinking out the entire bottle of wine. My mind lost in so many thoughts that I can't help but think how my next dinner is gonna go. I've thought about going after men before, they'll be stronger than me and when it comes to challenges I can't help but want them even more. I sigh, sitting there alone, my only company being the dying fire.

I walk outside lighting a cigarette, staring out to the town wanting to kill any living human walking pass. I was angry.. No furious that I've lost the one victim I loved, but then again do I really feel love or is it just me hallucinating...? Fuck it..