Violetta Mort

Violetta Mort walked to the balcony where her friend stood talking about the things she hated of her beloved husband. The man Violetta had had a romance with for as long as she knew the couple. He had been her friend first and then follows the bitch standing in front of her. That nagging, self centered, materialist bitch Violetta so much hated for having the man of her life and wasting his energy with her childish insulting ways. She absolutely despised this “friend” of hers. She called her name “Cleo”. When Cleo turned to look, she stabbed her six times and pushed her down the balcony.
She stood staring for a while, she wondered if anyone had seen anything. Not really caring she went down stairs, where her “friend” lied dying, choking on her own blood. –try nagging now, Violetta said. She dragged the dying body across the street and threw her in the pond so the reptiles will finish what was started.
Violetta Mort always dressed in black, with a smile upon her face and a knife under her dress.
-who was next she asked herself while she glanced upon her list.
-ah yes, the beaten wife of red locks and horny eyes.
She took her friend’s car and drove away, with thoughts of torture. She knew this other girl enjoys pain; obviously she had been abused by her “now in jail” husband. She had started a relationship with Wolfgang, Violetta’s lover, after realizing men can be nice if you find the right one.
Wolfgang was a libertine, he loved more than one woman and was always opened for men as well, depending on the situation, he only lived to eternally love Violetta, or at least that’s what he always promised. He had many lovers but only one true love, and the bloodletting always drew them nearer. They were meant for each other, since Violetta was also a libertine.
Violetta Mort arrived at the redhead’s apartment. She saw the girl’s kids playing in the yard and gave them money for ice cream. Now with the children distracted, she walked in the apartment and saw the redhead laying in her bed. –expecting me?, asked Violetta. Briana sat in her bed with her beautiful red curls and looked at Violetta amazed. She always wanted time alone with Violetta to explore the feminine pleasures. But she was surprised Violetta hadn’t texted her to let her know she was on her way. Violetta didn’t want to leave any trace, however, she didn’t care, and she was running to Spain and could never be tracked down. She would change her name and no one would know. She would take her lover and he would never know the assassinations of his insignificant love slaves.
Violetta Mort tied up Briana to her bed, and commenced to torture her. She cut her tongue off, then slowly dragged the knife down her neck, her chest, her belly button until it reached her clitoris and she cut it off. Briana’s tears were the least of her worries; she didn’t care for the girl’s suffering. All she cared was that she hoped the kids would take their time buying the ice creams. She hoped they bought drugs and overdosed on their way to the apartment. She took the knife and cut Briana’s red locks, then she cut her nipples, she continued cutting her finger nails, she stabbed her vagina thirteen times, then she ripped her eyes out and shoved them in the stabbed vagina, she shoved the nipples, the tongue and the clitoris as well. She took the red locks of hair with her. She should remember this one.
The kids ran to the apartment, Violetta closed the door behind them. They stood in awe since she had washed her hands but her clothes were filthy in blood. She took the boy and stabbed him in the face twice, he didn’t have a chance to scream. The girl was crying and trying to scream but her voice was gone, she had reached the ultimate fear and couldn’t act not even if her life depended on it, which it did. She grabbed the girl by her hair and took her to the bedroom where her mothers body was laying there covered in blood. She grabbed the child’s face and made her suck the bloody knife. She stabbed her in her mouth and eyes until she was unrecognizable. She turned around and left the house dripping blood down the street.