Page 32 of Pretty Little Fears

Eventually,Isaw all the way through and let his hand drop to the floor with a wet plop.Irepeat this on his other side, effectively removing the piece of meat.Iwait for his screams to calm beforeIsnarl, “Seewhat happens when you touch what doesn’t belong to you?”

Standingand stepping back,Itilt my head and admire my work so far.Ifeel slightly better, but not quite.Hisbeady eyes stared at her creamy flesh way too many times.Duringclass, theHalloweenparty, and just today at their study session.I'mpositive he’s used the image ofBlairand her body to jerk off once or twice.

Goingover to the kit,Iremove a fine-toothed saw and a pumpkin scooper from the packaging.Grimmbrought a brand new set of tools, so their serrated edges are razor-sharp.Perfect.

FacingBraxton,Itwirl the saw in my hand while waving the scooper. “Thisis going to be so much fun.It’llget us into theHalloweenspirit.Don'tyou agree?”Hisonly response is a low whimper.Clearly, the amount of blood dripping from his severed wrists is beginning to take a toll on him.

Thepossessiveness inside me roars to life, knowingI'mabout to remove the eyeballs of the scum who looked atmyobsession.Itake the long, sharp saw and press it underneath the brow bone where his skin caves in around his socket.

Braxtonlets out a blood-curdling scream, tears streaming down his face and snot leaks from his nose, butIcontinue to push the saw in.Bloodsprays out at me, splattering across my face.Hisshrieking is starting to annoy me.

“Ican’t focus on my masterpiece when you make disgusting sounds like that,Braxton.Ididn’t want to do this but you don’t shut the fuck up.”Isay with an aggravated huff.

Ilet go of my tool, leaving it embedded above his eye socket asIgo back to the bag.Irummage through, finding a small roll of duct tape.Ilook up atGrimm, who’s watchingBraxtonso intently with a huge smile plastered across his face.Iwhistle to get his attention and ask, “Wheredid this come from?”

Heshrugs and responds, “Ididn’t know what you needed this shit for, soIpacked that and a few other things just in case.”

Iflash him a smile and hold my hands over my heart, “Myhero.WhatwouldIdo without you?”

Returningto a still shriekingBraxton,Ireach down in front of him and snatch one of his severed hands from the floor, and shove it past his teeth into his mouth.Takingthe tapeIcover his mouth, keeping him silent besides the choking sounds of his panic. “That'sbetter.Now, where were we?”

Igrab the knife again and start back up the sawing motions.Thesounds of cartilage and skin tearing pair beautifully with his muffled sobs.Ikeep going until a perfect circle has been cut around his eye socket.Unfortunately, much like a pumpkin, it's still connected on the inside.I’mnot worried though, that's whyIhave the scooper.

Ifeel mania and obsession swirling around in my body as the reality of whatI'mdoing reaches the logical side of my brain.Toobad for him, the utter need to annihilate anyone who looks at or touches what isminewins the battle between good and evil.

Takingthe curved scooper,Iplace the sharp ridges along the line of my pre-made cut and push in.Thewhites of his eyes have long turned red, snuffing out any color that was there before.Ipress deeper into his eye and then curve the tool up, severing his optic nerve.

Thepop of the nerve giving way to the blade reminds me exactly of when you scoop out the insides of a pumpkin, yet this is much more satisfying.WhenI'veseparated his eye from the source keeping it attached,Iscoop it out.Leavinghim with an empty, bloody socket.

Takingthe round organItoss it to the side for later.Itake a step back and observe my work.Happywith the result,Igrab the sawing knife and repeat the same process on the other side.

Saw, slice, scoop.

Oncethe second eyeball is removed,Itoss it to the side along with the other and look at the two gaping holes where his eyes used to be.Blood-red tears stain his cheeks and he reminds me of the weeping angel in the cemetery above.

Mythoughts are brought back toBlairfor a brief moment.Hersoft skin and the addicting taste of her pretty pussy floods my mind.Braxtonneeded to be taught a lesson.

Iwas so immersed in the act thatIdidn't think to check if my makeshift pumpkin was still breathing.Thatwould be a shame.Iput my hand on his neck and feel for his pulse.Whenit beats against my fingertips, a small smile stretches on my face.It'sthere, but it's faint.Good.Iscan the floor, searching for where his eyes have rolled off.Spottingthe eyes,Igo collect them, then walk back his way.

Rippingthe tape off of his face he groans weakly.Iopen his mouth and remove the hand from it, letting the heavy, wet meat drop on the floor and replace it with the two balls of bloody flesh.Withtwo fingers,Ipush his eyes down his throat until he’s gagging on his organs.

Iwatch asBraxton’sbeating pulse slows to a stop.Whetherit was from choking on his eyes or the loss of blood,Idon't know.Idon’t give a fuck either.IhearGrimmcoming up behind me asIlook down at theHalloweendecorationIjust created.

“CanIcut his head off?”Grimmsays, excitement lacing his tone.

“Youknow he’s dead, right?”Iask.

“Yeah, butIwant to cut his head off.”Herepeats.Grimmwhips out his phone and texts someone eagerly.Iwant to ask who he’s talking to and if he’s telling them aboutBraxton, butItrust him and again,Idon’t give a fuck.

Myjob is done.

ThinkingaboutBlairwhile carving up the dumbass who thought he had what’s mine, made my cock start to swell in my pants.Ineed to get the fuck out of here and take care of this hard-on beforeGrimmthinksIhave a thing for dead bodies.

“Gofor it,Grimm.I'mheading out.”Ichuckle and shake my head.Withblood caked under my nails and a weight off my shoulders,Ihead out of the tunnels to go home and wash up.Asmile spreads across my face as the sounds ofGrimmdecapitating him behind me echo throughout the tunnels.Thelast thingIhear before reaching the exit isGrimm’ssatisfied laughter.

Onmy way home,Ican’t help but pull out my phone to check in on the obsession that caused my blood lust.Theneed to executeanyonethat looks at her a breath too long, thrums through my veins.

Lookingdown at the screens,Iwatch asBlaircleans up her room, packing away her books and studying materials.Shepads over to the bathroom and starts to undress.Iknow this is a complete invasion of privacy, butIcan’t bring myself to stop watching.

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