To Make Them Pay

Angel and Angelie

They were twins. A boy and a girl. They lived in a mansion. Rich bastards. I can do it if you want you know. I held the gun in my hand up to my face to show me. I'll make it faster- No. I want to do it. That slut and her poor excuse for a perfect brother are going to die tonight. At my hands. Our hands. I gripped my hands in front of me. It's time. Let's go. I spied the wooden door in front of me. A bronze knob coaxing me to open it. Their parents probably weren't home. They had work. That's how you get rich. I know. You have to work for it. It's also how you get revenge. I know that too. The door is locked. Obviously I'm not stupid. Try the back door. I have to jump the fence. Oh please. No ones looking just do it. I jumped the fence. The backyard's beautiful. Look at the pool! It's- don't get distracted! Remember what we're here for. I went for the glass sliding door. It slid open easily but quietly. This place is incredible. Chandelier, marble floor! If your going to get distracted I can do this myself. No. It's my turn. Ok. Where are they? It's quiet. The lights are on. They must be upstairs. I heard something fall. Go! I walked up the stairs like ghosts. Dozens of rooms decorated the floor. I suddenly heard moaning. The slut. Her brother must be out. We can still get her. Following
the sound, I found myself by the last room. The door was open. Two people inside. Their bodies the same skin color. Their hair the same raven black. It's- oh my god! How delicious. We caught them at the perfect time. Let's look. No. But she was in control now. I looked inside Angel was on top. practically drowning Angelie in his body and passionate kiss. They disgust me. Get them. Make them pay. I walked in the room. Their loud moaning and breathing muting my steps on the wood floor. They couldn't hear me. Angelie's head came over Angel's shoulder. She gasped. "Amanda! What the fuck?" She covered herself as Angel got up, clearly comfortable with his body. Oooh tasty, maybe we don't have to kill him. Quiet, I'm going to enjoy this. "Hey Amanda are you ok?" He smirked as he looked me up and down. That little son of a- I grabbed the red stiletto on the floor and plunged it into his eye. "Ahhhhh" Angelie began to screech. Angel passed out on the floor. The shoe popping out of his skull. I walked slowly towards Angelie. "Get the fuck away from me!" She was crying, frantically searching for her phone or a weapon. I put my face inches from hers. Her eyes wide. Her words trapped in her mouth. "This is what you deserve. I raised my hand to hit her but she strikes first. Hitting me on my cheek. I didn't even feel the pain. Just smiled. Let me do it I want to. No I am. Go on A. "A-A-Amanda, Amanda please! It was all jokes! Come on! You kind of had it coming just give me another chance! Please please please!" I was on top her. The blanket only covering her lower half exposing her "perfect" breasts. "Amanda please" she practically whispered. Thinking I was distracted she stupidly reached for her phone on the bedside table. I grabbed her hand and held her down. My legs straddled across her waist. Her eyes went from me to her brother lying on the floor. Using all her strength she rolled us over on the floor. We rolled until our bodies slammed against the wall. I heard her moan from the pain. I was on top of her again. I looked around for something to grab until I heard a door unlocking. It's downstairs. Their parents must be here. Shut her up. I covered her mouth with my hand as u listened to the distinct talking downstairs. Then a door closing. I was safe. Angelie wasn't. She tried everything to break free. I was stronger than I expected. I was stuck. If I moved she would yell for help. I stayed on top of her. What do I do? Check near you. Something sharp. Under the dresser! The nail! Grab it! You know what to do. I grabbed the nail in a fist and looked at Angelie up and down like a horny teenage boy, just to torture her. I ran my finger down her chest up to her waist. I whispered in her ear almost sensually, "It's your turn. You had it coming. So now I'm going to make you pay. I lodged the nail in her throat, her blood splattering my face but I didn't care. I closed her eyes, I guess she deserved that one bit of satisfaction. I stood up and looked at my handiwork. I felt like I was going to throw up. No. This is wrong. I shouldn't have done this. But you already have. Now go. Out the window before someone sees. I-I- go! Now! No time for skepticism! I trudged towards the window. Not looking back. I didn't want to look back. I opened the window and climbed out. I jumped, landing in a bush, and ran.