“Remind me to take you out for dinner anytime you want to eat, God forbid I end up chewing on Phil’s cock and balls, here.”
Brynne shakes her head and rolls her eyes, a hint of sarcasm in her gaze. “Behave, I’ll give you Dave’s instead.”
Lifting my hand from her shoulder, I brush her hair away from her face and tuck it behind her ear.
“I fucking love you, Cherry.”
A sweet smile tips up her plump lips. “And I fucking love you, necro.”
“Come on,” I huff with annoyance as I roll the fleshy penis like a tube of toothpaste. White globs of day old cum slip out the tip into the melted cheese. To get the mixture right for my warming mac and cheese, you obviously need various types of cheeses. Cheddar being my favourite, but to get that salty flavour. Dead man’s baby sauce is perfect.
My lastdateabsolutely loved it and now he gets to be a part of it. Don’t worry, Kincaid is well aware of my hobbies now, in fact he endorses them. Even joins in now and again but he’s on a clean up job today.
I miss him, even though he railed me into next week this morning in the shower before leaving. Our relationship has thrived like a blooming flower in the Summer, and it only continues to grow every day. He treats me exactly as I deserve, even in the bedroom.
The stainless steel pan on the stove begins to boil as the macaroni pasta swirls around in the scorching heat. I give it a quick stir then pick up the small bowl filled with dried skin flakes, and tip it into the water. The crusts gather on the surfaceand I use the wooden spoon to dissolve them in the water. Once I’ve got them to a perfect al dente, I save a cup of the pasta water and drain the rest down the sink.
Steam rises up, creating a film of condensation on the window in front of me. I then take the drained pasta and dump it into the melted cheese sauce, then add the leftover pasta water to combine the pasta and sauce together.
Strings of cummy-cheese sticks to my spoon as I stir it altogether, creating a sloppy moist sound. I chuckle to myself at the noise. “Heard that sound before.” I say to myself with a grin.
I turn the dial down on the hob and allow the pan to simmer whilst I pull off my apron and place it onto the counter, then I quickly give my hands a wash.
Muffled grunts come from the basement below and I roll my eyes. Has this fucker not died yet?
Stepping away from the counter I make my way into the basement to find Ethan, I think his name was? Not that I care to remember, strapped down onto the metal table. The very same table that Kincaid made me come on. I think we’ve managed to taint every single surface in this house. My cheeks heat at the thought.
“How the fuck are you still alive and kicking?” I snap, causing Ethan to almost jump out of his skin. His head whips to the side, eyes widening in fear as he watches me walk closer to him. He begins to shake his head frantically. “N.. no, p.. Please!”
“Ohhh, poor baby is scared,” I coo. “I bet Savannah was scared when you dragged her into the back of your car. Or when you pinned her to the seats with your fat, disgusting body.”
Ethan visibly pales at the mention of the seventeen your old girl he grabbed and raped in the back of his car, she was on the way to meet her boyfriend. Luckily I’m here to rectify that problem.
I found out that Savannah managed to get the help she needed after Ethan’s attack, but I know from personal experience that it’ll be something that will live with her forever. Unfortunately for this round pig, he won’t make it through the next hour– thirty minutes tops because I’ll be a very unhappy bunny if I burn my mac and cheese.
Tremors shake his naked body as I round the table. Blood has already pooled underneath him from when I rammed a kitchen knife into his side, just for funsies. I was hoping he would have just bled out naturally but clearly this old dog is hard to put down.
Thick tears begin to well in his eyes and as he clamps them shut, the clear blobs roll down his temples and settle into the thick wrinkles of his face. There’s also a huge snot bubble currently blowing out of his nose, disgusting. Once I’ve done a full circle around the table, I stop at his side.
“Are you scared, Ethan?”
He nods frantically. “Ye.. yes.”
“Do you fear death?” I ask with a stern tone.
“No.. no, ma’am.”
I tilt my head to the side. “No? You don’t fear death?”
Ethan shakes his head, causing the fat jowls around his mouth to jiggle. “Should I?”
His answer makes me scoff. “Yes, because you’re trapped in here with her and in case you didn’t realise, death is a fucking woman.” I spit. My words cause him to shake around on the table. He’s probably hoping that if he throws himself around enough, he’ll be able to wiggle free. But no one leaves my house alive, unless I want them too.
Blood pools underneath his mottled flesh, causing his yellow skin to flush red as he struggles against the binds that are wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
“There’s no use struggling, Ethan. You won’t be leaving here alive.” I say with a taunting sharpness, quickly the realisation hits him like a ton of bricks. Blood drains from his face, leaving him a ghostly shade of white. He pries his crusty lips open to speak and I snatch them between my fingers then dig out the switchblade Kincaid gave to me as a gift, from my back pocket. My initials engraved into the handle.
So thoughtful of him.
