Tiffany sat waiting on her kettle to whistle. It had been a long day and the day just began. It was 9pm and she had been up for less than 30 minutes, but Tiffany felt like it was much later. The body was in the extra bedroom. The bodies would begin to stink soon and she would have to get rid of them before then. Tiffany was tired of the clean up, but she was never one to take too many risks. She knew she could not be a prisoner. Tea first then she would find the wherewithal to make easy clean up with the mess in her other bedroom.
The taste of hot Orange Pekoe ignited her senses and the warm, soft croissant with a honey cinnamon butter glaze flaked onto Tiffany’s lip when she bit into it. The soft pastry melted in her mouth and forced a slow happy moan in her throat. Savoring every delicious bite she took her time eating. You never want anything heavy when you’re doing this type of work it slows you down and bogs the mind up.
After eating Tiffany cleaned the dishes and then it was off to the business at hand. She started with the legs first. It wasn’t intimate and it wasn’t personal. She lingered on the joints, barring down on the bone saw and listening to the crunch as each piece separated. The arms were next and she removed them the same as she had done before.
Now it was time for the face. A familiar face. Tiffany loved him she thought; he had claimed to love her too. Ryan was an attractive enough guy. Dark-haired and green-eyed with a full mouth. He was average height and build. Ryan was fine, but that wasn’t what had attracted Tiffany to begin with. He had been confident, sweet, interesting, kind, and honest (she’d thought). Ryan wasn’t honest though; he had lied to Tiffany time and time again and truthfully she couldn’t bear it any longer. Nor did she feel it was an embarrassment she should be expected to accept without retribution. Ryan had to pay, they all did.
“A lie doesn’t care who tells it” her mother had told her when she had told little fibs and gotten in trouble. When she got older she understood what her mother had said and she agreed with the sentiments. Tiffany had grown to disdain lying. Then she began to despise lying before finally deciding to hate it all together. Ryan had been lying to Tiffany for five years now and she knew it.
The first time she killed she had said that the lying had ‘driven her crazy’. The second time she said she ‘couldn’t handle the devastation and heartbreak’. Tiffany couldn’t remember all the excuses, but she remembered waking up and realizing that those had all been excuses. She accepted her role and now she followed her path. Ryan had lied to her and he had known the consequences, yet he had chosen to do it anyway. Ryan had asked Tiffany for this and she simply obliged his request. He had seen what happened to the hunters, liars, and fools that came looking to know more than they ever should have. “I thought I had instilled enough feel in you” Tiffany grunted as she worked angrily.
Tiffany gazed at him with one last look of love and severed his head from his neck. She bagged the pieces and the garbage then she went about disposing of the body. There had been no blood to muddy up the process, she had drained him completely during sex. They always fell for “sex one last time to remember you by”, predictable as ever. Tiffany enjoyed sex, she wasn’t a...