¤Author's note: dedicated to TheWilliamBecker, you're the best at horror/thriller :) ¤

I was blissfully walking down the street back home, when I saw them.

A girl who I knew, getting fucked by some man.

They were obviously drunk, she was screaming unnecessarily loud, and he, he was still holding a bottle.

I hate him.

I walked over towards them.

I fucking hate him.

"Aww, shizzz. Hey girl!"

He what!? He fucking called ME a fucking GIRL???

"Fuck you." I wasn't taking no shit from anyone tonight.

I was in my 'mood'.

He threw his bottle at me. It landed on my chest and smashed to pieces, the alcohol exploding and running down my new and clean suit. No amount of dry cleaning would get that out.

Fucking looser.

That was what got me. My now spoilt suit was destined to be spoilt more.

As I got closer I realised the bitch he was fucking was none other than my own girlfriend.

Fucking backstabbing bitch.
I hate you both now.

I went even closer, I was right behind the man. I pulled out my knife. Pity I didn't have my gun, now THAT would have been fun.

I swiftly stabbed him in the chest several times, roughly about where he threw the bottle at me.

I hate you, FUCKING HATE YOU.

I then sunk my knife into his back. I felt it puncture his heart and blood started to ooze out of the wounds. I pulled my knife out and licked it.

Mmm...

"Come on bitch, your mine."
I grabbed her arm and dragged her to my apartment.

I locked the doors.

She got straight to work, stripping me and licking the alcohol that had gone through my suit and soaked my skin.

I tolerated this for a while then I grabbed her and fucked her. Just to remind her who's she is.

After she reached her release she blacked out. So I got down to work, carving her own name into her skin with my new knife.

I drew hearts all over her body.

The knife breaking the skin, blood faintly spreading along the cuts. Some were deeper than others and these bled more, the red, lead-and-copper tasting liquid running down her body creating a map like affect.

She woke up and screamed loud in my ears.

Fucking asshole, shut up.

She did not shut up.

So I slit her throat.

She lay there gasping for air, only for it to escape through the cut in her neck.

Her lungs filled with blood and she suffocated.

I pulled her dead weight off my bed and stuffed her inside a body bag. I dragged the bag to my cupboard and hung it up on the rail.

I cleaned up myself and my apartment, trashed the suit, and sat down to smoke.

Do I regret what I have done?

No.