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Goddamnit I hate you. Take it personally. Yes you there, reading your screen.
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I hate your fucking guts so eat shit and die.
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Jim was married to Melissa and their marriage sucked raw cow shit. Jim beat
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Melissa, and Melissa burned Jim with lit cigarettes while he slept. It was
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truly a marriage made in hell.
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Jim came in from work and slammed his coat down on the floor. He picked up
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a vase a hurled it across the room, narrowly missing Melissa as she entered
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the room.
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"God damn you bitch, I want a divorce!!!"
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"Fuck you, your 'rhoids must be flared up again."
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Jim picked up the newspaper, freshly rolled and tied with a rubber band,
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from the couch and hurled it at Melissa, hitting her in her stomach, jostling
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the baby within.
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"You fucking son of a bitch I'm turning you in to the mother fucking cops
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for this shit. This is YOUR damned little BRAT," she shouted as she planted
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a fist into her stomach, and she felt the baby moving, "and the damned thing
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wouldn't be there if you hadn't fucking gotten me drunk and fucked my ass!"
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She picked up the phone to call the cops.
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Jim walked over and ripped the cord out of the wall and began tying Melissa
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to a chair with it.
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"You whore-slut-bitch-damned-fuckstain, call the cops on me?" He ripped open
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his shirt, revealing a number of small circular burn marks on his body. "I'm
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calling the cops on YOU for THIS shit, and the fact that you smoke sure as
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hell doesn't do you any justice you fucking bitch!" Jim made way into the
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kitchen for another phone.
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Melissa broke loose from the chair and cord in a raging fit. "You son of a
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bitch, just because I smoke, that doesn't point the finger to me. How many
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wives abuse their husbands? And how the fuck do YOU think you can ACCUSE me
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of burning you like that?"
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"You stupid ignorant fucking bitch, you fail to see the point. Fuck you.
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You're so goddamned stupid it's not even funny."
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Jim picked up a frying pan off the stove, full of hot grease, and whacked
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Melissa over the head. She slumped to the floor, unconscious, with grease
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burns on her neck.
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Jim was taking a nice hot shower when he heard a rustling from outside.
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"Must be those fucking dogs again." He resumed his shower.
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Minutes later he heard a louder rustling, accompanied by a scratching
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sound. He turned off the water and reached for a towel. He heard a loud popping
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noise so clearly and distinctly that it seemed to be coming from within him.
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He drew back the curtain. He felt something touching his body. It felt slimy.
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It felt warm. Jim wiped his eyes in fear and looked down.
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At his feet and half leaning on the faucet was his wife. Her head was gashed
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and blood was flowing from her neck. In her weak state of energy she lift from
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the floor a large meat cleaver. She struck him in his balls.
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"OOOAOOAAOOAOAOUUUGUHGHGHGH you FUCKING BITCH!" He slumped to the floor of
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the shower and groped at her head, in a dire effort to remove it from her body.
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Melissa spoke in a far-off scraggly voice as if she were dead and her ghost
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were speaking. "You bastard! You can sit there and call me stupid, you can
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call me ignorant and knock me out cold, but goddamnit if you are going to sit
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there and insult me as if you are GOD! DAMN...IT!"
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With her last strain of violent ghastly energy she planted the meat cleaver
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in Jim's skull, fracturing it and sending a spray of blood and chunks of
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brain tissue all over the tub. She slumped into the wall and dropped the meat
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cleaver. Jim showed few vital signs and was slumped next to the opposite side
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of the faucet. His torn skull caught on the cold water tap, turning it on.
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The shower filled with a dull pinkish mixture of water, blood, and brains.
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Melissa knew she was dying, and felt herself being called out. She lit a
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cigarette and took a very weak drag from it. The smoke began to fill the
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steamy and stench-filled bathroom. She turned to Jim. She smiled at her works
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accomplished and said, "Damn you, Jim." She felt herself being drawn from her
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body as Death spead through her every limb.
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And with her last strain of energy from This earthly World, she turned toward
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the shower and slammed her arm down. The lit cigarette plunged through the
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mangled scalp of Jim's head and burned its way through the grey matter right to
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the very centre of Jim's brain. His body convulsed briefly, and Three Souls
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were claimed by Death at Once.
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Melissa had been grossly violated and mistreated by her husband. And her
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job was accomplished. She and her child departed in peace. She wished her
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earthly Jim damnation and Hell.
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(c)July 1990 TS / By GG. #90.
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