Orphan in Limbo

Recovery

"And we will run away from this shit hole!" Susan chanted as her love interest thrummed, forming a melodious symphony along with her fake singing voice as they scampered recklessly, restlessly after a quarter an hour escaping the gruesome, gradually demolishing mental hospital, opting to catch their breaths as their brittle lungs flared. "And we will see the sunshine, rising above us in the sky all over again." The both serial killers chanted altogether as their voices softly mingled. Beaming, victorious smiles honed up in the corner of their dry lips as the black-haired woman licked them greedily, gloriously.

"And we will feel the sunrays stroking our hands. Our flesh. The blood of our victims as well!" It was the younger man, who sung the sequel of their song, nibbling on the silken skin of his bottom lip as their hearts hammered heavily in their ribs, due to the continuous sprint as the winter wind fondled their bouncy rigid attires, following the wind's rhythm. 

"Who are going to be our victims?"

"Who stands on our way," Afterwards she swayed her hips as they halted, panting heavily as their heart beats accelerated, due to their incessant sprint without taking a break for a while. "And don't allow us to achieve felicity in the name of our freedom and love." At the moment, she threw her arms around him, whilst his strong, lean ones were dangled around her waist, pulling her towards him as he pursued her lips, locking up her hypnotizing stare.

"So now where we are going after that, my love?" He silenced her with a kiss just seconds after she mumbled softly past his ear as their chests were pressed together.

"Ya know, we will create our family. We will marry. We will have adorable kids." The juvenile couple giggled jubilantly as soon as they broke off the kiss, taking their time to admire each other's enchanting facial features. "With my beautiful future wife, Susan Manson! You are already spiritually married to me."  In the interim, she pecked a tender, feather kiss on his cheek as he traced with his long, adroit fingers the kissed spot. Megawatt, radiant grin hugged her lips. Her heart raced as sanguine pigments tinted her chubby cheeks. Additional smeltering heat creeping underneath the facial, milky flesh.

"You're my spiritual husband eventually! And can ya guess where we're going to live, shall ya?"

"Of course!" He said in jeering manner as they tittered along, winking gamely, seductively at her after fondling absently her lion mane of shaggy ebony tresses, playing with the softness of her mane, admiring each inch. "California!" Samuel played it silly.

"I'm all ears but that's the incorrect answer, fool!" Susan swatted his shoulder affably, lightly, licking her lips greedily. "It's going to be Connecticut. Far away from the asshat, who forced us to decorate the Christmas tree!"

"I think the security guards have so much decorating this tree especially with his body replacing the Christmas star." The both young adults couldn't suppress snickers, quivering their oral caverns.

"Oh my! My favorite fool, my belly hurts of such a goddamn good laughter."

"A fool in love with you!"

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--- A Few Hours Later ---

A handful of hours have elapsed without a further retrospection.

Shortly after the occured ordeal with Leigh and Leah, who broke the attic's window relentlessly as pile of splintered glasses laid on the attic's carpeted flooring as a piece of evidence of their incursion, the both psychopaths were arrested as Kit helped, in order to clean the scrapped glasses in the attic within a couple of minutes only.