Page 36 of Under the Bed

I hate the idea of killing random children for no reason whatsoever, but this is my home now. Once I’m inside, I’m going to kill this entire family. There will be no witnesses left. No evidence of my crime.

See, eleven years ago, I made the mistake of leaving a scene without covering my tracks. Getting Shiloh the revenge she was owed had me seeing red. Terrorizing the boys who’d hurt her, then ripping hearts out fucked with my sense of self-preservation.

When I was done, I dropped their hearts to the floor. Went home and gave Shiloh their fingers. I was satisfied that justice had been served.

Stupid.

I’ve learned my lesson.

No one in this apartment is getting out alive.

Click.

The lock gives in.

I’m greeted by no one, not even the static light of the TV. The living room is quiet. Dark.

That’s my cue to go inside and close the door behind me.

“Fuck me,” a woman moans, stopping me in my tracks. At the sound of her voice, I freeze and listen carefully. “Harder. Fucking harder.”

Okay then.

There are only two people I’m going to have to murder. Who happen to be fucking.

I’m not jealous of them for being together. For having something I couldn’t.

Not fucking jealous at all.

My mask clings to my skin. It’s as if it’s trying to become one with me.

It is a part of me.

In two steps, I’m in their kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife they own from one of the drawers.

The opposite bedroom is my second stop. Thankfully—again, I’d really hate to kill kids—it’s a storage room. Books and notebooks are stacked one on top of the other. Three dressers line one of the walls, clothes bursting out of them.

What a mess.

Not my problem.

The couple in the other room is.

I swing their door open and there they are. A sweaty, hairy man is on top of the woman, rocking his slim hips into her. He huffs and puffs, his biceps bulging with the effort.

Up and down. Up and down.

Nothing about this scene is a turn-on. I stand and watch, anyway. Maybe this is what Shiloh would like?

“I’m close, yes.” It’s the woman again, her voice as fake as they come. I guess that’s a no to my question. I will absolutely not fuck Shiloh like that.

Also,you’re welcome, lady.Seems I’ll be doing you a favor.

Another “fuck me harder” follows.

Sounds likeyour limp dick will never make me comefrom where I’m standing.

I’d spank Shiloh raw if she pulled that fake shit on me.

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