Jack walked the steps to his front door and opened it. As he hung his manteau on the manteau rack he shouted: “Darling, I’m home!”
His wife didn’t respond, but there were noises in the kitchen, so he assumed she was cooking dîner for him. That was one of the things that made her so amazing. No matter what time he came accueil from work, she would always prepare him a fresh meal. And in return he would flirt with every woman he came across. She really deserved better.
“You know that guy I had to interrogate, the one in the hospital?” he said. “There’s something really off about him. I’m going to look deeper into it”
He walked in the direction of the kitchen. “Hey, what’s for dinner? I was thinking maybe we could skip to dessert, if toi know what I mean”
He entered and gasped.
His wife was sitting in a chair at the table. Her eyelids were sewed onto her eyebrows, so they were open and her head was sewed onto her stem.
Someone coughed and he turned around. There was a woman standing in front of him. She had dark, wavy hair.
Jack’s first instinct was to grab his weapon and feu his entire munitions, but every single bullet had zero impact. He looked up at her, both shocked and terrified.
She lifted the axe she held in her hand and swayed with it. Jack’s head rolled over the cuisine floor and his body dropped on the ground.
“Not tonight, honey” she said.
His wife didn’t respond, but there were noises in the kitchen, so he assumed she was cooking dîner for him. That was one of the things that made her so amazing. No matter what time he came accueil from work, she would always prepare him a fresh meal. And in return he would flirt with every woman he came across. She really deserved better.
“You know that guy I had to interrogate, the one in the hospital?” he said. “There’s something really off about him. I’m going to look deeper into it”
He walked in the direction of the kitchen. “Hey, what’s for dinner? I was thinking maybe we could skip to dessert, if toi know what I mean”
He entered and gasped.
His wife was sitting in a chair at the table. Her eyelids were sewed onto her eyebrows, so they were open and her head was sewed onto her stem.
Someone coughed and he turned around. There was a woman standing in front of him. She had dark, wavy hair.
Jack’s first instinct was to grab his weapon and feu his entire munitions, but every single bullet had zero impact. He looked up at her, both shocked and terrified.
She lifted the axe she held in her hand and swayed with it. Jack’s head rolled over the cuisine floor and his body dropped on the ground.
“Not tonight, honey” she said.
Bonnie unchained Damon’s other hand and he dropped on the ground. With his unbroken and unbitten arm he tried to drag himself out of the cage, though he had no idea where the entrance was.
He felt how Bonnie grabbed his foot and dragged him back. In a reflex he kicked her and she fell backwards.
“You son of a bitch! My lip’s bleeding!” Bonnie cursed.
Damon kicked her again.
“You’re going to pay for this!” Bonnie exclaimed furious.
Then everything went quiet. Damon waited for Bonnie to do something horrible, but another aching stayed out.
Then Bonnie lifted up her feet and stamped his broken arm with her high heels. She grabbed his hair and dragged him to the wall, throwing him against it.
“You’re not playing par the rules, Damon!” she a dit furious. “No one told toi toi could try and get away from me!”
He felt how Bonnie grabbed his foot and dragged him back. In a reflex he kicked her and she fell backwards.
“You son of a bitch! My lip’s bleeding!” Bonnie cursed.
Damon kicked her again.
“You’re going to pay for this!” Bonnie exclaimed furious.
Then everything went quiet. Damon waited for Bonnie to do something horrible, but another aching stayed out.
Then Bonnie lifted up her feet and stamped his broken arm with her high heels. She grabbed his hair and dragged him to the wall, throwing him against it.
“You’re not playing par the rules, Damon!” she a dit furious. “No one told toi toi could try and get away from me!”