MicroHorror

I didn’t mean to kill her.

I didn’t think she’d break so easy.

She was laughing until I broke her.

I saw her in a bar; we had some drinks and started to laugh. I liked her and she started to like me. Her red hair flowing down her back and the sides of her face nice and straight. Her green eyes looking at me with that shimmer women have. Her shimmer was there even in the low light of the bar. She didn’t need any makeup but she wore it anyway. Her lipstick tasted good when her lips met mine.

I didn’t mean to drink her blood.

There was just so much of it.

It wasn’t the first time I’d talked to her. I originally met her through the dating service I run. After she shot her tape I told her that I’d call her with updates on potential matches. I didn’t show her tape to anyone. I called her and told her that there were no takers. I made a joke to make her feel better. I can’t remember what that was now, but it made her laugh.

I didn’t mean to cut her.

She said “Just a little.”

I never know what a little is.

I offered the bar outing after the second phone call. She seemed happy at my invitation. Strange a woman as beautiful as her should be so lonely. She arrived before I did, frantically looking around. I think she was afraid of getting stood up. Hard to believe.

I didn’t mean to enter her when she said stop.

I thought it was part of the game.

I never know when to stop.

After several rounds I happily paid for, she started to advance her feminine wiles on me. Her hand started to go up and down my leg. It went from my leg to my man muscle. Our lips pressed together and her tongue went in my mouth. I said “Let’s go back to my place.” She followed me home matching my swerving.

I didn’t mean to enter her after she stopped breathing.

I thought it would bring me closer.

I’ll never be close.

I led her in my house. She let me be the aggressor tearing her clothes off. I let her pick the toys: the whip, gag and the razor blade. I tied her to my bed good and tight. I told her to shut up when I put the gag in her mouth. With her eyes she motioned where she wanted the blade. I ignored her when I saw the blood come out.

She didn’t make too much of a sound when the blade made its first cut. She looked like she liked it. I took the gag out of her mouth and entered her the first time.

I didn’t mean to eat her.

I didn’t eat much.

Only a little.

After I was done I got off of her and stood by my bed. Looked down at the smears of blood all over her body. She looked like she was ready to switch positions. I didn’t catch that in her face so I started again. This time with my hands, I touched her down there in her woman place. She told me to stop but I didn’t. She demanded it louder so I hit her. I stopped with her woman place and I took one of the razor blades. I made a gentle slice across her belly. The scream cut through my head like glass. I made her smack her head against the headboard. I felt something snap in her neck. I felt her quit breathing.

I carved her up and I put her in Baggies. I’ll dump her in a river shortly. All except for her eyes. I’ll keep those.

I didn’t mean to do what I did.

I didn’t want it to happen.

Why does this keep happening?