00CThis thread is meant to be explicitly violent and gory. Reader Discretion is advised.
The night had fallen, and rain poured from above leaking through the tattered and decrepit ceiling. Alva had waited for countless bells waiting for the monster she was forced to call her father to return from his daily routine of drinking until he could no longer see straight and hooking up with a woman with loose morals in his drunken stupor. It had felt like forever but finally, finally, the bastard had fallen asleep. As she loomed over her fathers sleeping body, there was no hesitation, no remorse, nothing that could stop her from doing what needed to be done. Although she had never done anything violent in her life, Alva carefully lifted the knife from its filthy resting place and slowly raised it above her head. Using her fathers own dagger, she plunged the blade deep into the monster's chest piercing his heart. His eyes fluttered open and his arms flailed uselessly but it was far too late. His final breath left him without a word.
As the blood flowed from his chest, Alva's heart began to pound in her own chest. Her breathing became sporadic and excited. The sight of his blood flowing freely was almost sickeningly erotic. Alva removed the knife from his chest and stabbed him again...and again....and again....and again...and Again...And AGAIN.....AND AGAIN, giggling all the while. Alva was breathing heavier than before. Her hands covered and her clothes drenched in blood. Alva wiped the sweat from her brow with her blood stained hands as she stood over the body over her dead father. The putrid stench of filth and metallic scent of blood, bombarded her nostrils. She had done it. She had finally done it and she was more than excited.
With a strained grunt, Alva struggled to lift the lifeless corpse off the bed and drag it outside in the thundering storm.There were no sounds besides the occasional drug addict begging for their next fix, and the hiss of the rain pounding the ground. None of the night dwellers seemed to notice Alva, then again, nobody noticed anything here. Doing her best to stay in shadows and using the narrow paths, she managed to drag her fathers body to an abandoned alleyway and covered him up with long forgotten rubbish. Alva took the bloody dagger out of her pocket and shoved it into his manly area causing unspeakable damage to it then proceeded to spit on his corpse.
"May Dira have mercy on you." Thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning splintered in the sky. "You were nothing but a heartless bastard and I hope you rot here for years to come. I hope you are easily forgotten." With those final parting words, Alva slowly turned her back to the already cold corpse, and began her slow trek back to the run down building she was forced to call home.
It was barely past dawn by the time she returned home and she finished cleaning up the mess. It wasn't the best job but it didn't look as bad as when she started. Alva rinsed the walls and floors. She disposed of any remaining evidence and finally she changed out of her blood stained dress and quickly put on a simple white cotton gown. It was riddled with holes but it was one of the only things left that belonged to her mother. And she only wore it when her father wasn't around.
The realization had finally set in. He was dead. Never coming home. She now had as much freedom as she wanted. No more drunken argments. No more unwanted touches. No more forced kisses. No more begging on the street half naked. No more selling her body for the sick and twisted adults who loved little girls like her. No more harsh words and brutal beatings. Of course now she would be on her own, but she had done her fathers bidding enough to know how to survive. As the sun began to rise, Alva slowly fell asleep with one less thing to fear, dreaming of a life without misery, cold nights, hunger, and a life with her mother who she missed with all her heart.
"I did it momma...I'm finally free.
As the blood flowed from his chest, Alva's heart began to pound in her own chest. Her breathing became sporadic and excited. The sight of his blood flowing freely was almost sickeningly erotic. Alva removed the knife from his chest and stabbed him again...and again....and again....and again...and Again...And AGAIN.....AND AGAIN, giggling all the while. Alva was breathing heavier than before. Her hands covered and her clothes drenched in blood. Alva wiped the sweat from her brow with her blood stained hands as she stood over the body over her dead father. The putrid stench of filth and metallic scent of blood, bombarded her nostrils. She had done it. She had finally done it and she was more than excited.
With a strained grunt, Alva struggled to lift the lifeless corpse off the bed and drag it outside in the thundering storm.There were no sounds besides the occasional drug addict begging for their next fix, and the hiss of the rain pounding the ground. None of the night dwellers seemed to notice Alva, then again, nobody noticed anything here. Doing her best to stay in shadows and using the narrow paths, she managed to drag her fathers body to an abandoned alleyway and covered him up with long forgotten rubbish. Alva took the bloody dagger out of her pocket and shoved it into his manly area causing unspeakable damage to it then proceeded to spit on his corpse.
"May Dira have mercy on you." Thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning splintered in the sky. "You were nothing but a heartless bastard and I hope you rot here for years to come. I hope you are easily forgotten." With those final parting words, Alva slowly turned her back to the already cold corpse, and began her slow trek back to the run down building she was forced to call home.
It was barely past dawn by the time she returned home and she finished cleaning up the mess. It wasn't the best job but it didn't look as bad as when she started. Alva rinsed the walls and floors. She disposed of any remaining evidence and finally she changed out of her blood stained dress and quickly put on a simple white cotton gown. It was riddled with holes but it was one of the only things left that belonged to her mother. And she only wore it when her father wasn't around.
The realization had finally set in. He was dead. Never coming home. She now had as much freedom as she wanted. No more drunken argments. No more unwanted touches. No more forced kisses. No more begging on the street half naked. No more selling her body for the sick and twisted adults who loved little girls like her. No more harsh words and brutal beatings. Of course now she would be on her own, but she had done her fathers bidding enough to know how to survive. As the sun began to rise, Alva slowly fell asleep with one less thing to fear, dreaming of a life without misery, cold nights, hunger, and a life with her mother who she missed with all her heart.
"I did it momma...I'm finally free.
