Welcome to Saturday Serials
Part I started last week.Today we continue with Part II of "My Pet, Murderer"Based on the comments during the Thrilling & Threatening Contest Bar on June 24th.I've done the polishing, but my followers helped create the story. Thanks guys!
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The ladies were silently eyeballing him as if he were the entertainment. Sven didn't show up for at least another hour, but he figured he would give them a show. Show them what he was all about and earn himself a nice whiff of fresh female fear pheromones while he was at it.
Menace in his step, a smile sewn to his lips, he slowly unbuttoned his long sleeved over shirt to reveal nightmares underneath.
Silver flashed as the weight of his favorite torture instruments caused the material to sway and part.
Reveled was a testament to last night's hours of boredom holed up beneath a sadistic bastard's porch. An ominous message was still scrawled across his chest in dried blood.
That bastard had been discarding half eaten corpses into the dirt like throwing scraps to a dog. But the timing had not been right, and he was forced to wait. It pays to get creative in situations like that, otherwise you tend to lose the sane side of your mind, bite by bite.
The personalized t-shirt design was his nod to sanity, though he was sure it appeared the direct opposite to these lovely barflies.
Twin gasps echoed across the bar from the far corner booth creating a disturbing harmony with the clink of door bell.
He inhaled the spicy scent of terror and watched as a new toy entered his box. This lovely regular quickly took in the odd situation, taking the time to assess his tools and his shirt.
He could see her lips moving as she read the scratched brown graffiti across his chest. "IF YOU ARE READING THIS IT MEANS YOU ARE A BAD PERSON AND ARE ABOUT TO DIE"
Backing up slowly from the bar door she had just entered, Cecile glanced outside as if double checking the neon bar sign. Her hand remained perched on the jam as she peeked back inside at his aggressive display.
Backing up slowly from the bar door she had just entered, Cecile glanced outside as if double checking the neon bar sign. Her hand remained perched on the jam as she peeked back inside at his aggressive display.
Seemingly deciding not to play, she took a step back and bumped right into Miss Sweet.
Come back next Saturday, the 25th for Part III...
Have a great weekend!
Have a great weekend!
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4 comments:
Ohhhhhh. The tension builds. Poor Cecile. Maybe she should run while she has the chance.
Hey Tam... Think i should run huh... lol. He dont scare me! Hey sweet hope you have a great weekend! hugs to you honey!
Teh dramaz! It builds!
Eeek!! "spicy scent of terror"??!!?? I could have sworn I put on deodorant this morning. Oops! :)
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Thanks so much for delving into my head. It's scary in here sometimes, so it is nice to have company! Don't step on the zephyr...