Cold State Line

So, they were dating. Haylee really thought she could betray me like that? Did that bitch really think that she could run away from me and go to another man? And he wasn't even really a man; he was a fucking pop star. She wanted that piece of shit over a rodeo professional? She wanted to be with him, to have him inside her? THAT WAS MY PUSSY. THAT WAS MY PROPERTY. No one could have her. And if she wanted to be with someone else, I was going to make sure he didn't want to be with her.

I crept slowly through her backyard. Haylee thought she was safe because she had a house with an alarm system. I knew everyone in this town. If Haylee so much as sneezed, three people texted me to let me know she had a cold. Her security system wasn't secure against me.

The lights came on outside as I moved through her yard. It was a good thing Haylee didn't mind light. Sounds work her up, but light never had bothered her. She was a fairly sound sleeper which was going to be make this so much easier.

Her back door opened quickly under my hands and I was thankful one of my friends had come to "fix" her alarm. No alarm sounded as I closed the door. This was going to make my day, making sure Haylee had no one left to love her but me.

Quickly as possible, I ran up the stairs and slowly opened my girl's door. Her body was in her bed, her chest slowly moving up and down. Haylee was always so peaceful in her sleep. She was always so beautiful. I was going to change that.

I approached her bed, pulling out my knife. Now no one would love her. My original plan was to do this why she slept, but I wanted to hear her screams. I wanted her to see me do it and for her to know that no one was coming to help her.

Haylee woke when my hand covered her mouth. I saw her eyes widen as she recognized me. A smile spread across my face as I moved my knife to her face. Haylee had always been the beautiful woman, but I was going to change that forever. No one would want her.

"Hello, darling," I said and dragged my knife from the corner of her left eye down to the top of her collar bone. Blood fell down her face in little rivers. I loved the sight. Haylee cried out. Pain was fucking evident in her sounds and I relished it.

She started to struggle against me. I laughed again as I tore her clothes off and pulled out my lighter. I was going to brand her. Now only I could have her.

I placed the lighter against my family ring and waited til it grew very hot and then I pressed it to her left breast. Haylee screamed again, tears now mixing in with the blood. I did the same thing, now pressing it to her right breast.

Once again, she struggled against me, but I held her down. "No one will want you now, darling. No one."

Notes

Clay is fucking nuts.