Page 78 of Cruel Revenge

It’s been too long since I got to kill someone. I’m going to take my time with this.

At least, as much time as I can before someone discovers him missing from his post.

I take the butcher’s knife from the block before motioning at the table. “Take a seat.”

He does as he’s told. It’s as if there’s some part of him that thinks he’s going to be coming out of this alive. Or maybe he’s already accepted his fate and wants to make this as easy as possible.

Either way, Zoe’s head is going to explode when she finds out about the decoration I’m leaving for her mother.

Crouching down, I rip two tea towels from the handle of the stove, using them to secure the man’s feet to the chair.

He could try to run, but it wouldn’t go well for him. Can’t be any worse than dying, though.

Oh, wait. Yes, it can.

Humming, I untie the man’s hands before dragging one onto the table. I hold it in place, bringing the knife down on his wrist as hard as I can.

His muffled scream rises high above my humming.

This would be faster and a cleaner cut with a cleaver, but this works too.

A few slices later,and I pick up his severed hand and pat him on the face with it. The color is drained from his face, and blood is pouring from his wrist.

“Other hand, please.” I keep my tone sweet and smile bright while motioning to the table with my bloodied knife.

He shakes his head.

Arching an eyebrow, I stand on the other side of his body, hauling his hand up onto the table.

I bring the knife down on his wrist, hot blood spraying against my face.

“You know, it’s a shame that you’re such a bleeder. I really liked this shirt.”

He looks like he’s on the verge of passing out. Whether it’s from blood loss or watching me pull out a pot and put it on the stove, stuffing his hands inside, I don’t know.

I glance at him before going to the fridge and ripping open the door, finding the jug of milk. After unscrewing the top, I hold the bottle to the blood seeping from his body. “This is probably the nastiest milkshake I’ve ever made.”

His eyes widen before he passes out, his head hitting the table with a thud.

“What a shame. I was looking forward to spending more time together.”

When the blood flow slows, I put the cap back on the milk before shaking it up and putting it back into the fridge at the back where I found it.

Though the mess in the kitchen may be cleaned up by the end of the night, it’s probably going to take a day or two to find that.

I put some water on the pan and look for the salt and a few spices.

I season the hands and put them on the stove to boil. A nice little meal in case they come home hungry.

“Well, now that my fun is over…” I sigh and draw a filet knife from the knife block, using it to slice the man’s throat.

While I untie him from the chair and shove him to the ground, I hum a funeral march, my adrenaline pumping high, making me giddy.

It’s been too long. I’ve kept this part of me locked away for the better part of a year now.

I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stuff her back in the box as I carveget fucked, Zoeinto his chest.

“What the hellwere you just doing in there?” A voice hisses through the night as I step out of the house and shut the door behind me.

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