" FUCK, MARRY, KILL " [MEWGULF]

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☆~~》e n j o y 《~~☆

The sound of screaming and grunting can be heard throughout the soundproof house. It was all noisy and scary until it comes to a full stop, making it much more eerie than before.

Gulf wiped his face with his gloved hands. He was covered in thick red blood, eyes were bored and gloomy, as if telling all of this was not thrilling anymore.

A dead man was infront of him, tied up on his hands and feet, the strangers eyes were wide open and his mouth was sliced from one ear to another. It reminded Gulf of someone.

Mew.

Gulf needed to let off some steam especially after what happened yesterday. He was clearly agitated by the fact someone could play THE Gulf kanawut like that. So he needed to vent. He needed to kill.

Gulf got a target last night from the bar. Right after the man clearly tried to fuck him even when Gulf refused. Two can play that game, he thought, and so Gulf invited him to his (parents) house. Took him down to the basement and torture him like mad.

The pliers, and all of the devices were layed around the floor. They were all bloody and messy, despite Mild just cleaned them a few days ago, from Gulf's birthday.

Stab wounds was visible from the strangers chest. Gulf had stabbed him dozen times, it looked like a butchered meat by now.

He suddenly got an idea and proceeded to de-boning the man. He started off from the dead dangling arms, carefully picking the meat.

Gulf decided he wanted to cook it.

Not him though, he can't cook. Mild would cook it for him, and after that Gulf would give it to the man across the street. It was an amazing idea.

He hummed a sweet tune along the way, feeling better already.

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Gulf burned the bone in the burner at their backyard. He should clean the ashes from the previous killings, otherwise no more bones can fit inside there for future use.

Noted.

He went inside while dusting himself off. He took the bag full of meat to the kitchen where he suspect Mild would be at. And he was right, Mild was playing crosswords at the dining table. Empty plates and cup from brunch was scattered beside him.

The house was empty from people. Their parents went off to "work" and his sister was away at camp. Seriously what they mean by working is probably they were hired as mercs.

"Mild!" Gulf called him, putting down the bag of meat at the sink.

"Whatsup broski?" Mild answered, still focused at the paper infront of him; face was crunched together.

"I got meat for you."

Mild snapped his head up. He knew and he had a feeling Gulf would do this again. He peeked at the sink, seeing a black plastic bag tied with a blue rope.

Just as he thought, it was human meat.

Mild sighed and pushed his chair back, hands crossed on his chest. He was a bit concerned for Gulf right now, because last night he brought a man home (surprisingly not Mew) and torture him all night long.