Post by octoberghost on Oct 2, 2018 16:19:03 GMT
The blood swirls on the concrete around Roxanne as the knife fell to the ground with a thump. Her hands were stained red with the thick, red liquid that was slowly pouring out of her victim's body while she choked on her own blood. Roxanne smiled as she bent down onto her knees as her shoes scraped the blood. Roxanne started to stroke her victim's hair, which was dyed red and had hard chunks of dried body fluids. Roxanne shushed her, softly guiding her thumb in circles on her cheek. She started to giggle as the dyimg woman began to take short inhales in, and short exhales out. Roxanne grabbed her shoulders and roughly forced her onto her back. Tears flooded down the victims cheeks, leaving red marks where the tears once flowed.
Roxanne began to shake the victim harshly, and the blood spilled out of her mouth with noises that sounded eerily like screaming, but not quite. Roxanne started to scream back, while laughing maniacally at the woman below her, who was on the brink of death. After that abrupt scene, Roxanne stood back up suddenly, and kicked the woman in the stomach. A loud cough came afterwards, and more chunks of blood jumped out of her mouth. The woman cradled her stomach as sobs escaped her blood-stained mouth. Roxanne smirked, pulling her long hair back into a messy bun. Roxanne bit her lip as she reached into her back pocket. Her hands gripped around a small knife, and her grin grew larger as the woman's screams grew louder. As the screams dialed down, Roxanne took the plunge and dug the small dagger into the woman's stomach. The woman quickly inhaled, but no exhale left her. Roxanne then rolled her eyes, pulling out the knife and cleaning it off onto her apron.
This woman was Roxanne's sister, who happened to be pregnant with a baby girl. Roxanne believed that this child was the antichrist, and she feared for her life. Roxanne then dropped the knife into her pocket, and picked up the larger one and repeated the same actions. Roxanne breathed in, and breathed out heavily. She turned on her heels, and started to walk the other way up her staircase. Her boots clicked on the wood until she reached the trapdoor, and her thin hands wrapped around the metal handle as she pushed it open. When she climbed out, a tall, beefy man stood in front of her with a mask on his face and a meat cleaver in his hands. "She is down there, Nico. Dispose of the hell that is contained inside of her." Roxanne muttered, and then she walked past the man with no remorse.
Roxanne skipped up another flight of stairs until she reached her bedroom, and she kicked her boots off of her feet into the corner closet. She released her hair from the hair tie, and waved it around. She started to strip of her clothing, leaving only her under garments remaining on her body. She walked into her bathroom, and then took the remaining articles of clothing off of her pale body. Stained with dried blood and spit, Roxanne stepped into the shower and turned the nobs. Hot water steamed up the glass, and stung Roxanne's skin with burns. Roxanne continued to stand there, with blood dripping down the drain. Roxanne smiled, and her next victim was in her cellar, disposing of her sister's body...
Roxanne began to shake the victim harshly, and the blood spilled out of her mouth with noises that sounded eerily like screaming, but not quite. Roxanne started to scream back, while laughing maniacally at the woman below her, who was on the brink of death. After that abrupt scene, Roxanne stood back up suddenly, and kicked the woman in the stomach. A loud cough came afterwards, and more chunks of blood jumped out of her mouth. The woman cradled her stomach as sobs escaped her blood-stained mouth. Roxanne smirked, pulling her long hair back into a messy bun. Roxanne bit her lip as she reached into her back pocket. Her hands gripped around a small knife, and her grin grew larger as the woman's screams grew louder. As the screams dialed down, Roxanne took the plunge and dug the small dagger into the woman's stomach. The woman quickly inhaled, but no exhale left her. Roxanne then rolled her eyes, pulling out the knife and cleaning it off onto her apron.
This woman was Roxanne's sister, who happened to be pregnant with a baby girl. Roxanne believed that this child was the antichrist, and she feared for her life. Roxanne then dropped the knife into her pocket, and picked up the larger one and repeated the same actions. Roxanne breathed in, and breathed out heavily. She turned on her heels, and started to walk the other way up her staircase. Her boots clicked on the wood until she reached the trapdoor, and her thin hands wrapped around the metal handle as she pushed it open. When she climbed out, a tall, beefy man stood in front of her with a mask on his face and a meat cleaver in his hands. "She is down there, Nico. Dispose of the hell that is contained inside of her." Roxanne muttered, and then she walked past the man with no remorse.
Roxanne skipped up another flight of stairs until she reached her bedroom, and she kicked her boots off of her feet into the corner closet. She released her hair from the hair tie, and waved it around. She started to strip of her clothing, leaving only her under garments remaining on her body. She walked into her bathroom, and then took the remaining articles of clothing off of her pale body. Stained with dried blood and spit, Roxanne stepped into the shower and turned the nobs. Hot water steamed up the glass, and stung Roxanne's skin with burns. Roxanne continued to stand there, with blood dripping down the drain. Roxanne smiled, and her next victim was in her cellar, disposing of her sister's body...
