Killer's Perspective

Red flowers

I wrote my plans on many sheets of paper. I read them over and over and over again. They were engraved in my mind. This is was going to be too easy. I stood up and grinned. I walked out of my bedroom and walked into the dim hallway. It was very early in the morning. I walked into the servant's quarters and dropped pills into their morning waters. I then walked over to their kitchen. I put poison into their coffee maker and filled it up with water. If they did manage to stay alive, the poison would surely kill them. I walked past Audrey's room. I stared at her bedside table. The pill was dissolving at the bottom. I thought for a moment.

I shook her awake. She looked at me and whispered, "whatever is the matter, Mistress?" I got close and choked out, "run. Don't ever come back, okay? This is my final order to you as your master." I leaned back, tearing up. She hugged me and then began packing her things. I silently walked back to our house.

I went into brother's room. I watched as he slept. Last night I put night medicine in everyone's drinks. I tied him up and gagged him with a blanket for extra precautions. I then went into my parents room. I proceeded to tie them up and gag them as well. I hurled them into the basement and tied them together. I then chained their feet to the surrounding poles. I was relieved they hadn't woken up. I had put all the necessary tools the night prior. I put a fire on the furnace and began burning knifes and spoons. I turned around when I heard groaning.

Mother was awake. She looked around frantically. I watched the terror when her eyes fell on me. I was awkwardly standing there as she stared at me. I put a finger on my mouth and shushed her. She screamed in return. I facepalmed and watched Brother and Father wake up in alarm. They were both equally confused and terrified. I smiled in relief.

I walked over to them and crouched down. "Brother, you were mostly nice to me, so I will make your death mostly painless," I grinned and looked over at Father. I burst out laughing. "Father, you will never believe what I have in store for you," I giggled. I finally looked at my crying Mother. I wiped her tear, "don't cry, Mother. Your death will be extra painful." She whimpered.

I stood up and began giggling in delight. "I'm so excited to finally do this!" I calmed down and grabbed a wire saw, "Let's get this party started!"

I crouched in front of Brother and untied him from Mother and Father. He fell to the ground. His arms and legs were still tied by ropes. I smiled and held the wire saw up to his neck. "I'll make this as quick as possible. I hope you have as much fun as I will. I love you," I kissed his cheek and began to saw his head off. He screamed and threw himself around. This movement made it hurt more. He cried, "Clarice! Please! I love you! Please!" I eventually felt his body go limp. His head was halfway off. I looked at Mother and Father. They were staring at me in horror.

"Should I take the rest off?" I giggled and waited for their response. When they didn't answer, I continued to cut his head off. Cutting through the bone was a difficult process, but I eventually cut his whole head off. I held it up in my hand and smiled. I dropped the saw on the floor and walked over to my parents. I sat down on the dirt and placed the head on Mother's lap. "Could you hold that for a second?" I smiled kindly, but then burst out laughing. She screamed and thrashed around. She threw the head on the floor.

"Now, that's no way to treat your own son. Here, have him back," I put the head back on her lap. She sobbed and pressed his head close to her chest. "Please, god. Have mercy on my son," she pleaded. I laughed. "You know no God! You are a person of sin! There is no hope for you or Brother now!" I screamed at her. She flinched and silently cried.

"Sadly, you can't be with Brother for much longer. You're next in line for the show!" I exclaimed. She loudly cried as I snatched Brother away from her and threw him across the room. His head smashed against the wall and fell to the floor. I slowly turned to her and walked to the furnace. I pulled out a long spoon and walked over to Mother.

"You forced me to have sex with so many men. They hurt me, but you didn't care. You wanted me to be as much as a whore as you are," I patted her head and lowered my hand to her night gown. I lifted her gown and ripped her pants off. She screamed as I aligned the burning spoon to her entrance. I thrusted the spoon into her. She screeched in agony. I laughed and spat in her face.

"That hurts, doesn't it? You want it to stop, don't you? This is what you get!"

Her eyes were red and full of tears. She shook her head frantically and yelled in pain. I walked back to the furnace and pulled out another spoon. I walked back to her and looked her in the eye.

"Let's see how many you can take," I smiled and forced another spoon into her. She thrashed around and wailed. I laughed. This hurt, but I needed her to die. I grabbed a dagger and pushed it to her chest.

"This is for abusing me."

Stab.

"This is for letting men take advantage of me."

Stab.

"This is for knowing Father raped me."

Stab.

"And this is for letting him."

Stab. Stab. Stab.

I pulled the knife back out of her chest and dropped it on the ground. I smiled, satisfied with my work. Father was shaking beside her. He slowly looked up at me.

"Clarice, please. I'm your Father," he pleaded.

I stared at him coldly. I clenched my fist and pulled it back. I threw a strong punch at his face. I scoffed, "You stopped being my Father when you stuck it in me."

I walked out of the basement and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed a four huge tubs of gasoline and poured them around the house. I grabbed lemons and salt from the kitchen and walked back to Father. I set the lemons and salt in front of him and walked to the furnace. I pulled out a long knife. He cried and sobbed. I smiled.

His death would surely be the worst. I untied his hands. Before he could grab me, I stabbed his hand to the floor. He yelled. I grabbed his other arm and began stomping on it. I could hear his bone breaking under my foot. He screamed and cried. I repeated the actions to the other hand. I grabbed two more knifes and stabbed both of his legs. Since I didn't want him to bleed to death, I didn't pull them out.

I grabbed the wire saw and pulled down his pants. I stared at his penis and smiled. "Say your goodbyes. You won't be seeing this little guy for a long while," I laughed and held the saw to his dick. I slowly began to saw it off. He screamed and jumped around. I watched as the saw went back and forth, slicing his penis off.

It fell off with one last cut. I stood up and began stomping on it. It squished beneath me. I picked it up and shoved it in his mouth. He didn't choke, but it was far down enough so that he couldn't get it out. He gagged in front of me.

"This is a hilarious sight," I giggled and grabbed the salt. I tilted the glass and began pouring salt on his open wound. He yelled at me and cried. I then squeezed lemons on his wound. He had stopped crying by then.

He thought his pain was over, but it was about to get a lot worse. I grabbed a tub of gasoline from the cupboard and poured it around the basement. When the floor was covered with gas, I poured it on Father. I then untied him. He couldn't move. He silently watched as I went behind the furnace and pushed it down. The gas caught on fire and began moving closer and closer to Father. I walked out and locked the basement door. I heard him screaming in pain behind me. I walked out of the house and lit a match. I threw it inside the house and closed the door.

I walked far enough to not be I injured by the flames. Soon, the whole house was engulfed in beautiful, red flowers. I watched in awe as the house I lived in, the one where I was abused and raped, burned. I heard sirens in the distance. I quickly turned and ran into the forest.

I needed to find out what to do next.