Kayla watched the waves rolling in, each one was another blow, she braced herself, not yet ready to face Nick.
He had been drinking.
“Your dress shows cleavage”, predicted fuse ignited.
“Bitch”, words enforced by fists.
Kayla opened the butcher’s package and fed intestines to the waves. Familiar triangular fins appeared knifing the waves. She was ready.
She undressed, watching the frenzied razor-jaws working.
The task to butcher a body is messy but rewarding. Whistling she saved his head for last, kissing it gently.
“Goodbye Nick”. tossing it into the bubbling cauldron of hunger. “It was either you or me”.
I felt it was a while since I was grizzly and murderous. So therefore I give you something sickening.
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May 25, 2016