in front of my old but newer fridge

"Stop struggling". unnecessary formalities.

Eyes opened ever so disturbingly wide. Constant struggle. Kinda like the time I had a mouse caught in a sticky mouse trap. The sense of probable impending doom... visible. Brilliant.

The blue twisted gag around its mouth. It keeps making noises! It will only hasten the celebration! Does it not know This time will only come once? I need be cautious, so to enjoy every moment. An abrupt ending is the last thing I want. Need.

I lay my hands on its forehead. The touch. Warmth. Sweaty. Filthy.
I must exercise caution. Retribution need be proportional. Better get to work.

A scalpel. Silver. Clean. Sharp.

FUCK it keeps moving and making noises. FUCKING HELL. FUCKING FUCKING HELL. I pick up my white glass cup with red and yellow flowers on it. I SMASH IT on its face. I KICK ITS HEAD. I pick up a large piece and STAB STAB STAB in its eye. Its right eye. I MUST RESTRAIN MYSELF. So I do.

It seems to have settled a little. Little whimpers. Tears.
I grab its upper lip. I start to slice it off. Boyo this is hard work. Its so stale. I try then to stab a hole in it first. I think I need my hammer. Hope my kitchen doesn't get dirty. I walk upstairs. 1.5 levels up. Here it is. man the weather sure is fine. I come back down.

I place my right foot on its face. Feels weird wearing shoes in the house. I start HAMMERIN away! IN! yes. Now I grab the right side of its lips and start slicing downwards. OOF its hard work! Up down. Up UP UP. Damn it got pulled out.
IN. Up down. Up down. Up down. Gah, got a piece off. PIECE OF SHIT KEEPS MOVING. HOW UNJUST. HOW UNFAIR. HOW INCONIDERATEEEEEEE. I get the hammer. HOLD DOWN ITS LEFT LEG. SMASH AT ITS KNEE CAPS!! AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.

Now where was I? I look to the left. Mirror. fucking dirty blood on my cheeks. fucking filth. filthy filthy blood. Feel so unfocused. gotta get back to work, that i do.

Oh yes, its mouth. Jolly this is hard work.

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