She lit a cigarette, the flame from the lighter illuminating
the dark room and it’s components. Blood tainted the walls and furniture, most
prominently on the bed with which she sat upon where there were also grotesque
chunks of flesh surrounding a corpse. She puffed a smoke, deeply disappointed.
She had already been in a sour mood that day and then the stupid ass human
couldn’t get her to climax fast enough. Pft! Typical.
Of course,
when she did (finally) have an orgasm, her anger had boiled over and she lashed
out against his feeble body. She didn’t give him enough time to squirm or run
away; the bastard was slow and unsatisfying. He deserved to die. True, she may
have gotten slightly carried away, as it seemed a little extraneous to tear
open his body and shred his organs, but she was one to loose herself easily in
her anger. She didn’t complain; the more horrible, the better.
The ashes
of the cigarette broke away until it was almost done and she realized only when
the burn of the ashes left marks in her skin that she had been sitting there
completely nude. Deciding to take her leave, she scrounged the room for her
clothes. She hissed as she found they were all stained in a pool of blood. She
glanced back at the mutated form of the human, condemning his audacity to
humiliate her even in death. I’ll fix
that, she growled. Her hand poised, she threw a flash of penetrating
energy, severing the human’s lifeless penis.
Dark,
crimson blood erupted from the body like a fountain. Eireka puffed one last
smoke in slight satisfaction and threw the last of the cigarette onto nearby
curtains, watching blankly as the place became alit with flames. Casually, she
walked to the hallway closet and grabbed a black overcoat. Dressed in her
temporary garb, she added finishing touches before taking her leave. Again, she
threw her hand with a flourish, destroying the smoke detectors and the gas line
feeding into the kitchen stove. Slipping the pack of cigarettes into the breast
pocket, she took another one out to smoke and cursed as she found it was her
last one. Every light bulb burst with the force of her frustration and she
kicked open the door, not even sparing a glance at the explosion as she walked
away in a huff.
Indeed, that
day was the worst day ever.
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