Jeffery laid on the floor, holding his throat as he tried to take in wheezing, heavy breathes. It felt like someone was strangling him but there was no one else in the room but himself and her. Tears ran from his eyes as he stared at her standing on his coffee table, a smile on her face as she stared back at him.
“Tell me more about how cute I am, handsome boy,” Annie giggled as Jeffery let out a stifled gasp. He really was a handsome man, young, roughish good looks, a chiseled body and looking around his apartment she could see he was rich. He had the latest Gulliverian plasma television, fine art, and a leather sofa, all so nice, all new. All Annie had was a small three-bedroom apartment for her family. She grew up sharing a room with her younger sister while her brother got his own room. She had always resented that, until she learned what real suffering was.
“…Please…” He wheezed, looking at Annie pleadingly as he struggled to lift his hand. He let out a garbled scream as the pressure around his neck increased.
“Don’t tell me the big tough Gulliverian needs help from the wittle, helpless Lilliputian?” she mocked in a baby voice, her smiling growing wider and sinister as Jeffery’s jerked around, his body shutting down from lack of oxygen. Annie relaxed the pressure around his throat, not wanting this to end too soon. She hadn’t had this much fun in such a long time. She hadn’t been this focused when she took the last one, she had put too much pressure on his heart and he died too fast. This one was going to know suffering before she put him out of his misery.
“You’re doing this…” He gasped out; able to take a shaky breath with the psychic hands around his neck relaxing. He pointed at her, his hands uncontrollably shaking as he spit out one word. “…Monster.”
All the playfulness vanished from Annie’s face. Suddenly the adorable girl that had been messing with Jeffery was replaced by a hateful demon, glaring poison at the down human.
“What did you call me, you fucking hypocrite?” She hissed, her hold on his neck returning just as hard as ever. She started panting, not from any strain from choking Jeffery, rather her internal struggle not to tear his skull from his neck. Where did someone like him come off calling her that?
Jeffery Donner, a young handsome, well of Gulliverian that posted online listings for Lilliputian roommates that offered a safe, cheap home for anyone that wanted to live in Gullveria. He seemed kind and gentle when he first meets his roommates until he gets them alone. The men he likes to toy with, either stomping them or eating them. The women he uses to pleasure himself, often crushing them against his member. Annie wasn’t sure how many of her people he had killed; dozens, hundreds, it didn’t matter to her. He deserved to die for every single life he took.
She might have never found out about his hobby if he hadn’t boasted about it online. Annie still remembered the picture he posted with a tiny, naked Lilliputian woman lying on his tongue, crying her eyes out before she was swallowed. A monster is someone that kills for no reason but his own enjoyment. Jeffery only cared about his own sick power trip, not the victims he killed, not the families he left behind, the family’s who had nothing left but bitterness.
“Do you want to hear a story, Mr. Donner? It’s the kind of story you like, it’s about a Gulliverian killing and torturing an innocent family.” Annie spoke in a completely deadpan voice, her eyes going vacant as she lost herself in a nightmare she kept reliving every night. Even though her mind was elsewhere, she maintained her hold around her victims neck, giving him just enough air to stay awake, but not enough to move.
“It’s about a mommy, daddy, big brother, big sister and little sister. They were poor, but happy because all they needed was each other. One day mommy decided to take everyone for a picnic near a Gulliverian town. It was such a nice day, everyone was so happy and laughing. Then the Gullverians showed up. Two of them, lets call them bastard and bitch. At first mommy and daddy weren’t afraid, but then bastard stepped on daddy. No one was laughing anymore except bastard and bitch.”
Lifting up off the coffee table, Annie hovered above Jeffery staring down at him with her wide, soulless eyes, not seeing the handsome man that murdered her people with promises of shelter, but the man that had destroyed her life. Gritting her teeth, she willing Jeffery to lift off the ground, joining her in the air. Only he was being held up by his neck, the strangling hands around his neck became a noose, tightening slowly as Annie continued her story.
“Mommy ran to daddy but he was nothing but a smear on the ground. Bitch picked up mommy and laughed at her, finding her tears funny. Mommy screamed at bitch and then mommy went into her mouth and was all gone, poof,” a jarring giggle escaped Annie as she found herself shaking. She was able to maintain flight, but she couldn’t control her own shaking as the memory flashed past her eyes.
“Big brother grabbed little sister and tried to run, but the Bitch caught them. She lifted them up high into the air, hundreds of feet over big sister’s head, and the dropped them. They went splat right in front of big sister, very messy, very messy. Big sister was all alone, no mommy, no daddy, no big brother, no little sister. But then big sister found something inside her, something that had always been there but she’d never used before. Big sister looked at bastard as he reached for her and he made his fucking head explode. Brains and blood everywhere. Now only big sister was laughing. She laughed and laughed and laughed.”
Jeffery made a death rattle as his eyes rolled back into his skull. He was fading fast, Annie had put too much pressure on his neck and he was going to black out. Not wanting thing to end like that Annie concentrated on his neck, she focused her every iota of her rage and hate on Jeffery and let it all out in one blast of telekinetic force.
CRACK!
Jeffery’s head twisted to the side violently and he creased breathing. Annie let him fall to the ground as a lifeless heap, leaving him there to rot until the smell of his corpse alerted his neighbors.
That had been good, very good; it would keep her satisfied for at least a week. She needed to keep doing this, not just because they deserved it but also because it was the only thing keeping her from losing her mind. She had gotten the male Gulliverian that killed her family, but not the woman. She had escaped after the man died, running away as Annie laughed.
Annie had been searching for her, practicing on monsters like her so when they meet she can do more then kill her. Simply murdering the woman wasn’t enough, she wanted to destroy her happiness, tear everything she loved and cared about away and make death seem like a sweet release. It was only fair; she had done the same to Annie.
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