“B-baby, please stop it,” my mommy said, while her body was pinned on the wall.
I wanted to cry. Seeing her suffering makes my heart sad, but why can't I feel it? Instead, I was grinning at her, and my heart felt so happy and excited. I scanned the room of my parents, full of pictures, but without me.
“M-mommy, there's blood in your arms,” I said as I returned my gaze to mommy.
“Y-yes baby, so please let M-mommy go, okay?” her voice was almost beseeching and it made me laugh.
“HA HA HA! You can't fool me, bitch! I am not stupid like what you always call me. I am not stupid!” I laugh as I throw a dart to her
“Argh!” she exclaims.
I was disappointed because it only landed in her ear. My target was her mouth! Oh, maybe next time.
“Mommy, where's daddy anyway?” I innocently asked her in a sudden
“W-why would I help yo—”
My sight went blank and as I threw another dart towards her, my eyes widened.
“Oh my Mom! Bullseye! I hit your right eye! Oh my gosh, Mom! It's an achievement. Aren't you happy?” I exclaimed and felt so happy.
“Ah! It so fucking hurts! I can't see! Please assist me! Help! Help! This is torture! Help us please!” she shouts instead of answering me
I pick up the axe beside me and walk towards her. As I looked at her, there was tape in her neck, tape in her waist, tape in her two arms, and tape in her legs, to prevent her from going down. She had two darts in her arms, one dart in her left thigh, one dart in her right eye and right ear, five darts in her stomach, and nine darts in her chest.
“You answer me if I question you, bitch!” I shouted as I hit her arms,
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She shouted so loudly and I was panicking,
“M-mom! What's happening to you?” I looked down, and saw her half-arm lying on the floor. The blood was still flowing.
“Oh I see,” I smirked, “I thought it was my hand I hit on you. It was an axe to my surprise!”
“S-stop this, stop this!” she whispers.
“And why would I stop?” I said as I carried my axe in her cheeks. I left it with a scar and put my axe in her stomach.
“Look what you made me do, Mom. You made me feel so unwanted and worthless,” I whispered in her ears as I slowly chopped her tummy, her heavy breathing excites me.
“Stop...”
“You always compared me to my cousins, who were obviously sluts. You even fucked my boy cousins, right?”
As I looked at her, her eyes widened. I put my hands inside her tummy and wrapped them around it. I dragged out the intestines when it caught my hands. I hung it around my neck and made it a necklace.
“You put all your pressure on me and I had enough.”
My next target was her left arm. I cut it like I was cutting an onion.
I licked my hands and wanted to invite Mom, but her eyes were already closed and her mouth was open. So I put my hands in her and cut her tongue.
“This is the right thing to do for a slut like you.”
I stepped backward, and turned back again where I was standing. I positioned my pretty axe, sighting for its rightful target. I lick my lips and close my left eye. As I threw my axe, the open doors let in as Mom's head fell too.
I looked at him and grinned like a witch,
“Oh hi Dad! I guess you're next. ”
BINABASA MO ANG
Poetries & Stories
Mystery / ThrillerP O E M S / P O E T R Y / SHORT STORIES Hello! This book is a compilation of poems, poetry, and short stories. The languages used are Filipino and English. The dialect used is Cebuano. Thank you so much for reading this! Thank you, Canva, for the...