I Got A Story To Tell Volume 4, Part One: The Woman.

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A woman gets knocked out after finishing her night ritual with her man.

The woman asleep.

The man stands up and lights a cig.

Standing by the window the same size as his.

He thinks.

I fucked a virgi--

Well, he was thinking that until he coughed up blood.

As he turns around, he finds the woman naked sitting on the bed and eating on what it seems to be a heart*.

He tries to cry out but he can't.

He puts on a few steps before falling flat on the ground.

As he lies dead on the ground.

A hole with the size of a hand through his chest.

Blood leaks everywhere.

As the woman finishes to eat the heart, she picks herself up and goes to the bathroom.

Blood stains on her breasts and thighs.

She cleans herself with tissues.

Placing an over-sized T-shirt on her, she heads straight on the bed.

And soon, a call is heard from a phone that is definitely not her's.

Hello, she answers while giggling over her stupidness.

The voice over the call is a woman that gets pissed off as she hears not her husband but another woman.

In search of her husband, her path is halted with the woman laughing uncontrollably at her.

Dead, she replies with an extra pleasure.

Panic, the woman acticates with a lot of trouble the tracker she put on her man.

A few minutes later, siren echoes outdoors.

But when the police arrives, they see a woman attached to a bed and a man over her doing things god would never forgive.

Later, news came that the husband was serial raper and his wife was helping him.

A bounty was placed on their heads for twenty years and police found it weird that they would surrender themselves for nothing.

And it wasn't the only one.

Soon, a wave of criminals hiding in the darkest pit called police forces themselves and no one knew why.

But every damn criminals said the same shit.

'That virgin girl killed me first.'

Of course, no further investigations were held.

Earth was now rotten to its core.

And the police forces couldn't careless how and why the criminals called.

They classified the files as 'Miracle Of A Deity'.

"It wouldn't pay a mind to get fucked up, you know."

States a goody woman tasting some good strawberry pie.

"The hell you talking about??"

Asks the person she's with.

"A man's boat is brought to him for a good reason."

States the woman with stuffy cheeks.

"You drank too much, a-ight!?"

Replies once more the person she's with.

"Peeping tom is not known as Tom but, Tommy."

States, at last, the woman as she gulps down her milk.

"And?"

The third party lost in these charabias decides to piss off.

"You are running away, slave trader. You'll be one of my victims too. After all, you only reap what you sow.."

Because.

"I am The Fucker who enjoys Fucking Fuckers."