Chapter 14
This was wrong.
She was gone.
Gone.
Gone.
I’d killed my only friend.
“Melodie,” I said hesitantly, poking her still body with my finger.
She didn’t move. Her mouth continued to foam and leak from the pooling liquid.
What am I going to do now?
This is all Hollis’s fault.
I will find that Piggy and gut him as I should have.
“Melodie…” I didn’t know how to say what I needed to say. I stared into her unblinking eyes and ripped her hand off my wrist. “I’m sorry.”
Trying to roll her body off of my lap, I saw a glint from her pocket, and I gasped.
“Even in death, you are still teaching me, aren’t you?”
A knife.
Accepting the gift of my dearly departed friend, I pulled the weapon free from her pants and flipped it around in my hands.
Yes…
Of course.
How could I not know that paint could be made?
I let the blade slide through Melodie’s shirt, and it ripped like paper.
This was so easy.
Why didn’t I know this before?
Melodie.
Oh, sweet Melodie.
I will make you beautiful.
Her body was beautiful, but she needed more. The white foam pouring from her mouth smelled like acid, a combination of the excrement inside the bag and something from within her.
Dipping my finger into the bag, I realized it had hardened, and a sadness replaced my joy until I realized…
“Paint can be made.”
Sticking my fingers into my mouth, I tasted the creation and couldn’t help but shake at how the possibilities could unfold.
Blood.
Warmth.
Happy.
Yes…
More.
Melodie’s chest split open smoothly as the knife slid through her skin like butter. Her organs and entrails spilled freely onto my lap and the floor.
“No!” I shouted, scooping them up and holding them close, trying to prevent the blood from escaping down the drain.
“One,” I said, slathering the blood onto my hard mixture. It was warm again, sliding over my body with ease.
“Two.”
The smell made my stomach roll, but I let myself vomit, using the warmth to create my paint.
There was nothing in my stomach…
But hers…
Slowly, so as not to rush, I dragged the steel onto Melodie’s stomach, using my teeth to rip open the red organ and grab the liquids just waiting inside.
Yes.
More.
“Three.”
I tasted the fatty organ in my hand. It was so slippery, it was hard to bite into. It reminded me of an egg not quite cooked all the way.
Her intestines were easy. They were thick and filled with more feces to harden the too-slippery paint.
I need this to be perfect.
I need her to be perfect.
Not too slippery.
Not too hard.
Just right.
The intestines reminded me of a pig casing.
Pig.
That mother fucker was why I was here.
“Four.”
He was why Melodie was dead, and Natalie had used me yet again to satisfy her dark urges.
“Little pig, little pig. Let me come inside.” I mused to myself, feeling my body harden under the heavy organs and entrails of my dear friend.
My hand found my dick before I comprehended that the intestines were wrapped around my thick shaft.
Up and down.
Twist.
Slam.
Back up.
Yes.
More.
I need more.
My moans echoed off the walls, and the soupy sound made me smile.
Yes.
I needed to find my Piggy.
I needed to gut my swine.
I needed to lead him into the slaughter with me.
“Come find me, Piggy,” I moaned, jerking my thickness harder, using the slippery intestines to tighten around my dick.
“Yes. I need more, Pig.”
I will find him.
I will make him submit to me.
Picasso.
He called me Picasso.
The beautiful work of art on my body now made me smile.
Tears, blood, organ, feces, vomit, and now…
Come.
“Everyone always runs when they see the real me,” I said, tears streaming down my face as my orgasm painted Melodie’s empty eyes.
“Will you run, Little Piggie, when I show you who I am?”
The thought made me sad, and the tears fell harder.
I am just me.
Cry Baby.
But he would be the one crying, and I would take my Little Piggie home. He would come to me, and when I was done breaking him beyond repair, I would slaughter him like the rest.
The thoughts had me feeling euphoric, dizzy with power and obsession.
I drew one symbol on my body in the mix of come and excretions.
A symbol my new prey would know well.
A message I had left for him on the man in the woods.
A love note that he would grow to know is ours.
A frowny face.
The End…for now.