Miss Chainsaw (Completed)

Chapter 8

Xerine's POV

"Ma'am, a reporter is here," my secretary said.

I stopped spraying water on my plants here in my office. I calmly sat on my swivel chair and yawned a little. "What's the matter right now?"

"She wants an interview about what you saw on a fishing site. It's about the headless man's case that's being really large stress to media," she explained.

I just nodded my head while playing with my fingers. "Make sure that she's clean."

"Yes, Ma'am."

After a few minutes, one woman with a cameraman entered my office. She's older than me. And I also know her. She's quite famous in terms of journalism.

I stood up to greet her. "Good morning, Miss Lyka."

She smiled sweetly like she didn't keep on making issues about businessmen and politicians. "Good morning too, Miss Delgado. It's a pleasure to meet you again."

I walked towards her and sat on my sofa. She also sat in front of me. Her cameraman is positioned already.

"Miss Delgado, we found out that you were the one who found the dead body in the fishing site," she started immediately. "Can you tell us the exact thing you saw?"

I chuckled because of her forwardness. "Well, you're not here to waste my time so I'm going to do a favor."

She smiled again. "Your cooperation is highly appreciated since you're one of the witnesses."

Some policemen already came here yesterday. They were asking the same thing. And I'm going to answer the same thing.

"Well, I was paddling to the middle of the site because I want to catch fish to relax. Then, I saw this boat with a man's body and I also saw his head near the boat."

"Did you see any other people there?" She asked.

"None. The manager of the fishing site said that there were fewer fishers that time."

Her forehead suddenly creased. "And you're the first witness?"

"As far as I know, yes."

She's just a reporter, but she's suspecting me. By the way, she looks at me and how her brows move, I can read it already.

"Is that all? I have a meeting in 30 minutes."

"Are you sure that you and the dead man are the only ones in the middle of the fishing site that time?"

"Yes, Lyka. My eyes are still clear. If there's someone in there, I am not sure."

"Okay." She stood up and offered her hand. "Thanks for your time, Miss Delgado. I know you're a very busy person."

I also stood up and just looked at her hand. "Always welcome but I don't do handshakes."

Handshakes, eh? I shook my head after an image of a milkshake made out of hand appeared in my mind.

"Okay. We're leaving now." Lyka looked at her cameraman. "Let's go."

"Take care," I said before they finally went out of the door.

I sat back in my swivel chair. I let it spin so I can face the glass wall behind me.

I chuckled after knowing that that reporter is already suspecting me. "Annoying woman."

••••

I already wore my outfit for tonight. Blue pants, white linen blouse with short sleeves, and sandals. Bitch, I can be a model if I want to.

"Hi, buddy." I carried my chainsaw and stored it in my golf bag.

This is the third chainsaw that I'm going to use. And the target is a restaurant owner.

Husebio Romulo. 68 years old. Owner and head chef of Romulo's Palace. He's good at cooking but not at cleaning. He is not disposing of his trashes properly. It was confirmed that he lacks in cleaning practices. He's throwing his restaurant trashes on a canal near his restaurant.

That man is dumb. I don't know why people keep on eating his dishes. They are like eating a dog's poop at a high price.

His restaurant is actually between a bank and a kindergarten. So, I need to use my poison crossbow.

That man is staining the pride of every chef. He's making the environment dirtier. He is not even afraid that people might get sick because of his cooking malpractices.

I went to our backyard with the golf bag on my back, black gloves that are covering my hands, and the small crossbow in my pocket.

"I'm going somewhere, Mom. Watch me." I smiled while saying those words in front of silent vegetables. Under them is my mother's grave.

I used my new Ecosse ES1 Spirit. I bought it abroad. The price is not that high, so I bought it without hesitation.

I parked my motorcycle behind big trees. It's also far from the restaurant. Although the CCTVs of the restaurant and the bank are already down, I can't take them easy.

I entered the restaurant with my head up high. It's already 11 in the evening. Husebio is just alone here. I know that because I'm fucking smart.

I saw him sitting on a wooden chair while playing with his cigarette. "My restaurant is already close. Didn't you see the sign?"

With the speed of my right hand, I shot the arrow with poison on his neck using the small crossbow. "The news about you is annoying. Even your face and voice."

His body dropped to the floor. He can't even say a word. He's old and annoying.

I kicked his body. His pupils were numbed while looking at me. He looks like a fat statue.

I pulled my chainsaw out of my golf bag. "You know, Husebio, I'm also a good cook."

I started cutting his body while humming a song. Part by part. Fat by fat.

His eyes didn't even close while I was cutting his thigh part. He just looked at me. I hope he's still alive.

I sliced him slowly. I beheaded him. Separating his head from his body was satisfying.

I placed his head on top of the table. Then, I aimed to cut his chest down to his stomach. Should I do it horizontally or vertically?

Since I couldn't decide, I started cutting his body horizontally, then vertically. I didn't know that I'm also good at the arts.

I watched how his blood splatters after doing the cutting procedure. I picked up his intestine that's already peeking out of his tummy. It's not that wrecked. Still looking good.

While holding a small piece of his intestine, I squeezed it. His blood came out. Maybe I can cook Adobo with this.

I want also to give honor to his restaurant so I cooked my favorite dishes.

I cooked Menudo and Adobo using his upper body. I fried his arms and legs. I can't decide what to do with his dick.

I placed his head in one casserole and boiled it. I even washed the dishes after cooking. I am wife material. Shit, I'm fucking perfect.

I grabbed his dick and threw it into the trash can. It's gross and hairy.

I cleaned my hands using alcohol. After placing my things back in my golf bag, I'm finally off to my house. I also checked the CCTV room of his restaurant to be sure.

I exited the poor-ass restaurant and went on my motorcycle. I'm glad it's safe and sound. I know how people's minds work when they see things like my motorcycle.

I wore my helmet. I chose to drive in the other direction. That's called tactic. Streets also have cameras. I need to be careful.

But I just realized that I should invest in a restaurant too. I can be a good chef at my five-star restaurant.

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