Happy Ever After - Volume 1: A Novel of Horror and Suspense
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“WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT WITH ME?”
Oh God, the shouting has started. Why do they always have to shout at me? I don’t shout at them. Perhaps I should. A mental- note to myself, get nasty with them. “Your meal’s getting cold.”
“Please... just let me go....”
She’s the same as the others. They all go the same way starting with confusion, then to anger, to fear and finally begging me for their life.
I really don’t want to have to kill her. She’s prettier than the others and the garage is getting full. That reminds me; I need to buy more air freshener.
“Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you. I’ll do it for you. Please, tell me what you want and let me go.”
I think this date is over, “Here, take these pills, they’ll help with your headache.” The pills are always kept in the same place on the dinner table, a small little mat next to their plastic cup of water. They always have plastic cups and plastic cutlery so they can’t hurt themselves. Or me.
It makes me laugh when I give them these pills. At first they carry on jabbering away, trying to find out what is going on and then they all seem to go boss-eyed and fall face first into their dinner. They should be grateful they are unconscious so they don’t see how stupid they look when they fall into their uneaten meals. I really should get a digital camera to take a picture of them, it could make for a funny conversation months down the line when things are cool between us.
Speaking of the ‘Kodak moment’ here it comes now. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head and a little bit of dribble is starting to form at the corner of her pretty mouth. Actually, this seems more immediate than before. Did I give her the right dosage? Maybe I should have force-fed her a little food first so they weren’t taken on an empty stomach. Black market drugs or not, these things should come with an instruction pamphlet.
“I don’t feel so good,” she said. Well, actually, she’s not looking so good either... “What, what.... What have...?” Other side effects, confusion and drowsiness, it’s coming
now – the classic face first into the dinner moment they each go through. It nearly takes the sting out of wasting the food they never touch. Nearly.
Three, two, fuck. Her head went backwards! That never happens, I feel cheated! I wonder, is it malicious to paste her face with the food anyway? Restrain yourself; it’s just something else that needs to be cleaned up for her bedtime. Speaking of which, I best move her now, her throat is making a funny gargling noise with the way her head is tilted right back. I can’t believe the noise her neck made when it fell back like that. That was sick....
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