The Sex Doll [COMPLETED]

Ch. 25 Filler

That same night...

11:57 p.m.

Mia Dublin

I stood in Monica's bathroom peeking through the crack of the door as I watched her walk by talking on her telephone. I'd stolen her information out of Jasper's phone a month ago and it was time I get rid of this bitch. I was getting rid of every bitch he'd laid down with over our three month break. It wasn't hard to steal their numbers from his phone and to text them from a fake number from my phone pretending to be him. He'd messed with six different women not including Loren who made seven. Loren was out of the way and I'd killed the bitch by the name of Liza two weeks ago running her down on one of her night jogs. I'd stolen a car and waited for her after watching her for days learning her routine. The night of the murder I'd parked my car close enough for me to get to before I stole the car from a neighborhood nearby Liza. Of course I had to kill to get the car but it was all worth it.

I used my pregnancy as an advantage over the older woman whose car I'd stolen. I told her I'd been kicked out of the car by my boyfriend and that I'd been walking all night. I shed a few fake tears and told her that I thought something was wrong with the baby. She offered to drive me to the hospital. The moment she let me in the passenger seat and drove around the corner I cried harder convincing her to stop. I just needed her to get out of her driveway so I could do what I needed in private with no witnesses. When she leaned over to check on me and comfort me I slit her throat. I put her in the trunk and from there I did what I had to.

I killed her and crushed Liza's body with her car before ditching the car and taking the tiring walk back to my car. Now here I was about to get rid of this Monica bitch. In hiding in her house tonight I'd learned that she was a mother of a teenage daughter. Another loose end I'd have to take care of.

No one knew how painful it was to love a man who loved nothing more than to give what you wanted from him to other women. Time. Attention. Affection. Love.

All I wanted was to be chosen but I was alway put last. Even when I'd gotten pregnant as a teenager the father of my son had denied my baby and went off to college out of town never looking back. I was always put last and I wouldn't stand for it any longer. I deserved happiness. I deserved the fucking fairytale wedding. I just wanted to know what it was like to have someone to call my own. Mine.

"I'll call you tomorrow Olivia." Monica said yawning. As I saw her about to enter the bathroom I got behind the door holding the hammer down by my side. She pushed the door open enough to come in and the moment she flipped the switch I closed the door.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed before I swung the hammer hitting her so hard in the face that she fell back through the shower curtains falling into the tub. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her body started to twitch. I clenched my jaw and stepped into the tub hitting her over and over with the hammer. I beat her until her face was unrecognizable. I cracked her skull and before I got out of the tub I stomped down hard on her head one time watching as brain matter went everywhere.

I stared down at her for a few seconds. Her blood covering my face. All I saw was red. My blood was boiling and I couldn't turn this rage off.

"Mom?" Her daughter said. "Mom I heard noise. Is everything okay?"

My head snapped in the direction of the door and I slowly stepped out of the tub. I walked towards the door with the bloody hammer in my hand and snatched the door open. Upon seeing me she screamed and tried to run before I went after her hitting her in the back of the head watching her fall. I laughed to myself watching as she tried crawling away. Blood oozing from her head. The sounds of her whimpering was oddly soothing for some reason.

I sucked my teeth growing tired of the dramatics now and went after her rolling her over onto her back.

"P-please..." She said shakily as tears streamed her face. "Whatever she did please d-don't hurt me."

Actually seeing the tears in her eyes made me feel terrible because I didn't want to hurt another child. Having to look her in her eyes was a different feeling.

"If only you didn't see my face..." I told her. "I'm sorry babydoll." I hit her one more time killing her.

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She done killed seven people. 🥴🥴