The teacher rocketed into the room. She was

The teacher rocketed into the room. She was screaming and saliva squirted out of her mouth and hit me on the face. It was disgusting. I don't care who she thinks she is - that was
just her dellusional thought. Her eyes were just about to pop out, I could see all her veins showing through her eyes.
And then I heard screams outside. But it was another mind game. The woman started screaming and the room was all painted with blood. She was laughing at the horror scene.
Later I would learn that she had "died" in 1827 of tuberculosis and nowadays she went by Shirley Splatterfest. Audrey grabbed my arm. "Tony, don't lick the blood!" But I did, and I
savored its deep flavors. "Mm, cloves, cinnamon, and ... blood oranges? Was Shirley drinking chai before she died?" "You're too good, Tony," Audrey murmured. I retracted my fangs.
I looked at the blood spilling out of the hole and tried to handle the body as gently as I could. "Softly now," Audrey blushed, looking at me intently.
My training as a fishmonger took over. For all the blood Audrey lost, she looked remarkably fresh, her flesh resilient when pressed with finger, her skin a metallic sheen.
I whetted my boning knife and in sure strokes filleted Audrey into pieces fittable into a medium sized frying pan. I was carrying her head over to my stock pot when her eye winked
mischievously. Her lips murmured something. I bent closer to Audrey & heard:"Talk about giving you head!" I laughed & her severed head added:"All's being live fed to home security
and you do NOT want to see what they do when they get excited!

Started: 2016-01-29 05:09:37
Finished: 2018-02-19 16:28:12

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