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Chapter 3: Bloody Deadly Sex Massacre

The car.

I noticed his car parked by the river. I didn't want any evidences lying around. I went back to the storage area and took a jug of gasoline and a lighter. I went back to the car, pouring every ounce of gasoline onto the car. I flicked and threw the lighter, making the gasoline burst into flames. I ran back and watched as the automobile exploded through the eerie night, making a meteor shower of car parts. I took the clothes and ran back to the river. I set aside the clothes and jumped towards the river, feeling the piercing cold nip at my skin. I felt myself being refreshed, the water removing every particle of blood, sweat, and dirt. Once I felt myself being clean, I got out of the river and wore the stolen clothes. I went back to the barn and thought about my next victim. Good thing for me, I did a small research about my foster parents. I took a list of their names and location from the orphanage I was once at. I skimmed through the list of names and saw my next experimental victim. Den Silver and Sarah Silver: Westside Well. Westside Well is a 2-hour drive, but I could still manage. I got a sack and threw in different kinds of tools or materials, like a driller, nails, a hammer, a huge knife, 3 different sizes of poles and a rope, a lighter, 2 pairs of clothes, and sacks. I placed it all in the trunk and started the car. After a few miles, I went to the nearest gasoline station and refilled my gas tank. I also went to a small supermarket and bought roadtrip snacks. I went back to the car, continuing the roadtrip.

I finally reached my destination. I passed a sign saying "Welcome to Westside Well! Hope you enjoy your stay!." I drove to the street given in the paper. It looked like their house were secluded by trees, making the plan work perfectly. I parked my car behind a huge pine tree. I took the sack from the trunk and tiptoed my way to their front porch. I took a hairpin, trying to open the lock on the door. Click. There's my call. I opened the door, closing and opening it slowly. I went down a hallway with a total of 3 doors. I opened the first door and saw a bathroom instead. I opened the second door, finding a closet full of boxes. Interesting. What could possibly be inside? I thought to myself. I opened the last door, feeling nervous at the same time ecstatic with excitement. They were sleeping peacefully, as if all their worries were gone. Little did they know, it would be their last and final breath of air.

"Wake up!"

Den and Sarah jolted up from their bed, groaning in exhaustion.

As they realized that an intruder woke them up, fear struck their faces instantly.

"What the fuck?!" Den said, trying to be brave.

"Wait. I have seen you before." Sarah said.

"Long time no see, eh?" I smirked,

They were dumbstruck. I wonder why.

"Were you the other twin from the orpahanage?" Den said, almost laughing. This infuriated me, making me want to kill him right on spot. But they deserved more.

"No shit, Sherlock." I replied sarcastically.

"You were the ones that ruin our childhood!" I said angrily, clenching my teeth and fists.

"Why are you here, kiddo? Want to bring back the memories?" He laughed.

"Sure." I said grinning.

I started stripping my clothes, leaving me with my underwear.

The couple also started removing all their clothes, leaving them bare in front of me. I tossed Den coil of rope and he started tying Sarah up. He put a ball gag in his wife's mouth and turned to me.

"Strip and get on your knees." He said with a demanding voice

"No, asshole!" I took a hammer and hit the back of his head with all of my force into it. Leaving him lying unconcious on the floor. I dragged him on the floor and settled him on the bed, tying him up too. I might have tied him too tight, seeing that his wrists and ankles were turning red, probably due to the ropes digging into his skin. Sarah was thrashing around, desperate for escape. I got dressed and took my tools from the sack.

Minutes passed by, when I heard a groan. Den was waking up.

"What the fuck is happening!?" He yelled, trying to break free from the ropes.

"I am gonna show you the true meaning of BDSM: Bloody Deadly Sex Massacre."

I left the master's bedroom and went to the first room. I opened the door and was greeted with the same boxes. I scanned the small room, reading the sloppy-written words saying, "Toys"," CDs", and others. I was about to close the door but from my peripheral vision, I saw a red, elegant, fancy, clean box hidden at the upper-left shelf, like it was meant to be hidden. I took the box and admired the details of the red box.I opened it and found different sizes of dildos, whips, ropes, ball gag, and more.

I carried the box to the master's bedroom and grinned when I saw their pale, terrified faces with sweat covering almost every portion of their body.

"Den, where do you think I should start? You or your wife?" I said grinning with disgust and pure malice. No one replied so I decided for myself. I removed the ball gag from Sarah's mouth. I cut the rope that was tied to Sarah's ankles and spread her legs as wide as it can. And tied both of her ankles again on the bed pole. I forcefully inserted the biggest dildo, which was about the same size as my arm, inside Sarah's butthole. Sarah screamed in pain, shocked by the instant force. But I didn't feel any remorse inserted another normal sized dildo.

Tears started to fall from her eyes because of too much pain.

"Stop! Please stop!" Sarah screamed, feeling the agonizing pain.

"Stop!? Was that what you did when I screamed stop? No, right?! So why should I?" I exclaimed with disgust.

"Your husband took my innocence! I was only 13! And you just watched it all! You didn't even encouraged me! All you did was watch your husband rape an orphan!" I said with rage etched on my face with a bead of sweat running down my face.

I saw an empty bottle of beer at corner of the room. I picked it up and wrapped it around a small cloth, smashing it on the wall. I carefully opened the cloth and found broken shards of glass. I heard Sarah silently praying, hoping that this was all a nightmare. I took the largest and sharpest shard and plunged it inside Sarah's vagina. She screamed at the top of her lungs, piercing my ears. Blood oozed out of her vagina. She screamed at the top of her lungs, piercing my ears. I grabbed more pieces of glass, inserting it, making the largest shard dig deeper into her hole. She turned into a crying mess due to too much screaming, making her screams into gasps and wheezes. I took a glance at Den and found him nervous and afraid to what is about to happen next. I walked over to his trembling body, my head held high. I removed the restraints from his ankles and did the same routine I did as Sarah's. I got a rope and tied Den's balls tightly. It turned a tad bit red from the force applied and the texture given. Den screamed, his voice vibrating with pain and fear. That was what I wanted to see, the Suffering of Den Silver.

I was looking around the room, finding an appropriate apparatus for the proper treatment. I saw an empty can of Monster Energy Drink, picking it up and examining it. I took it and crumpled it carefully, trying not to hurt myself, die to the sharp edges of the crumpled can. I set it aside and picked up a nail from the sack I brought. I pushed it inside his peehole until it was about 1 and a half inches deep. I took the crumpled can, inserting it in his butt, making his throat hoarse from all the screaming. His lower regions turned to a bloody mess, his torso and head untouched. I grabbed a knife and deattached his dick from his body. Den was trembling, screaming, trying to escape reality for all it could offer him is sheer terror. I took the limp, bloody organ and shoved it in Sarah's mouth.
"You want a dick!? I'll give you a dick!" I exclaimed, laughing.
I grabbed the knife again, slicing small, but painful wounds in their whole body. I saw a bottle of gin at the shelf above their bed. I took it and poured it all over Sarah's body, making her whole body twitch in pain. I took another bottle of whiskey and poured it over Den's body, making both of their bodies thrash around wildly. It was evitable that they were both about to die. I took a nail and string and sewed their eyes shut. They were still breathing! I grabbed two guns, one I found in my bag and the other I found in their dresser. I aimed it precisely in between their eyes, feeling excitement run to my veins.
I didn't even hesitate to pull the trigger.