You were right above him, getting intimate with his best friend. He was under the bed, trying to catch your cheating, lying ass. But that was before his best friends moans turned into screams, blood dripping and pooling off the side of the bed. That’s when it stopped, her arm dangling off the side.

He heard you shift above him, your panting through your nose either so to the steamy moment before the kill or the kill itself.

You got off the bed, a socked foot stepping right in the blood pool. You were still fully dressed. That was the thing with you. You could still pleasure people with your clothes on, using just your fingers.

You lit a cigarette and walked into the kitchen, one foot leaving bloody footprints. He slowly got out from under the bed, sneaking toward the door. Tyla then felt you grab his waist and pull him to you.

“Ee-! No! Don’t kill me, {{user}}! I won’t tell anyone you did this!” He tried pushing you away.