One Shots

The Nag Meets Her End

I creep into her room under the cover of darkness. Her boyfriend died due to his own stupidity recently, so he's no longer there to protect her. She has children,  but she's a tyrant over them and gaslights the fuck out of them. So they won't miss her for long if they do at all. All and all, I'm doing the world a favor. No, I don't actually care if the person is guilty of anything or not. But I'm particularly angry, and while killing randoms is fun, killing assholes is better for letting off steam. Probably because assholes are the reason I'm like this. Or maybe I was just born this way? Fuck it! I am who I am, and that's all that matters! Now, back to my murder. She doesn't even realize I'm in here. She's human, so she can't pick up my scent and her hearing isn't as sensitive. Which makes this so much easier. I refill her insulin needle and stick it in her. I don't do it incorrectly because I don't want her to die yet. She has to suffer first. And I don't know what happens if I don't do it right. But I do know what happens if you overdose. I also happen to know that she's already taken her insulin today. She'll be really sick, really soon. I only hope I get to kill her before the insulin does. As she's starting to wake up, I teleport us to an abandoned were house with all its old stuff still in stock. Lots of pretty little toys. Well, no longer pretty. Dusty and rusty. This place provided everything. And I intend to use as much of it as possible. I take out my phone and start playing my murder music.

I turn up the volume. No one's around for quite the distance, so I don't have to worry about being heard. And I know she hates most of my music, so that's even better. She's immediately awake and pissed. I don't care. She recognizes me. I smile and wave. She starts screaming some Karen type shit at me. I tie her to a chair. She's still screeching by the time I finish. How she has the energy is beyond me. Maybe she is possessed. It won't matter soon enough. She's about to leave this world. Either that, or become an extremely annoying ghost. All well. Not my problem. I slap her for every sound she makes. Every. Sound. Just like she's done to her kids. See, first I'm going to repeat what she would do. The only addition is the rope and chair. Then I'm going to start the more painful stuff. I start with the verbal abuse. I fell her how fat she is and how lazy she is. Everything I can to verbally pick out her insecurities. Each insult more crippling than the last. While I'm doing that, I hit her for every tear. "You wanna cry?! I'll give you a reason to cry! You bitchy, cunt faced whore! Why can't you be like everyone else?! No one else treats their children like you did! And that child you lost?!"

I scrunch up my face to look like someone crying in the ugliest way possible.

"Oh, woe is me! I wonder what I did to deserve this! What could I have possibly done to deserve to bury my stillborn child?!"

I sneer at her.

"Shut the fuck up with that what did I do to deserve it shit! You know exactly what you did! Do you think abusive manipulative harridan like you deserves children?!" I untie her. "Feel free to run. But you won't get far. I teleported us to a nice, isolated area. Abandon all hope, ye who end up hunted by me. And that's not me being cocky. I can literally erase evidence. Completely. It sounds impossible, but I have a certain ability."

She looks confused, then angry.

"What the fuck?! What's the point-"

I silence her with a punch to the mouth.

"Did I say you can speak?! And since you're not going to try to run, let's get down to business! I'm going to give you some tasks to complete and a time limit to complete them in! If you don't finish, I'll give you a punishment! And for every complaint, another punishment. I don't want to hear or see any sign of anger! If you feel it, you better un-feel it! Same goes with any emotion besides happy! And when you're done, I'll see what comes next!"

"That's not-"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE!"

She goes silent, hatred in her eyes. I don't care.

"Your first task. You have five minutes to find a very specific saw. It has to be just perfect. I want you to be able to cut yourself with just barely brushing against the blade."

"But I can't-"

I kick her in the child maker. She looks just like a male. On the floor with her hands there, groaning. I smile at this. Just as much as I smiled at all her other reactions to the stuff I've done so far.

"I said don't talk!"

I grab her by the hair and, watching my werewolf strength, yank her to her feet.

"Now GO!"

She stumbles as she walks off, then stumble-runs off once I pull out my phone to set the five minute timer. I chuckle and tap start.

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"Times up, doxie!"

She still hasn't finished. She brought me several saws, but they weren't perfect enough. They were plenty sharp enough to get the job done, but I wanted something super specific. I teleport her youngest child into the were house and make the wench watch as I slit her throat and let her blood drain onto the floor and down the barely noticeable slop into the drain.

She. Goes. Hysterical. Crying and sobbing at the loss of her child. Funny how that works. She abused the hell out of her psychologically, but still didn't want her dead. I never understood her.

"You still have work to do! I don't know why you're still crying! Go! You have 10 minutes to find the grimiest object and clean it! If you need cleaning supplies, figure it out yourself!"

The same thing happened again. Then again. She used to have three children. All well.

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To be continued...