Lay's Convenient Store

I crawled towards the corner of the pitch black room, feeling for any type of weapon to use against him. Large poultry bodies hung down, draping over my view of the only light emitted from the door. My knees slipped as I struggle to keep up. I don't want to die. Please God, where are you when I need you the most? I look where my hands are suppose to be, and wipe my face. Why did I have to yell at Andy like that? All he tried to do was help me and all I did was push him away. The door knob starts to shake. He's coming.

"Lay, honey, we're closing, you can come out now." This is my time to escape. I slowly painfully drag myself across the room. My sensitive eyes follow the yellow light, creating the death trail for me. He puts his hand out and gives me some of Rocky's leftovers. After I lick the food out of his hands, he wipes my face with a dirty cloth from the floor. Grabbing me by the head, he says, "It's time, are you ready?" Thrusting me onto the wall, I suddenly find a metal object laying by the countertop of the cashier-my chance to escape. But what if I don't want to leave? Since this store is my life, why would I want to leave it? I reach far with my broken fingers and attempt to disguise what I was plotting. Almost by my fingertips, I start to move forward with my arm while he starts to jerk off. Then I quickly snatch the sharp object and grasping it hard. The metal weapon jabs into his lower spine and I run it up to his neck. It was like when I dissected that frog in 7th grade, slicing across the back of his shoulder on each side and separating the body from the skin. Actually, it was quite amusing to expierence.

"You...AHHH!" his reaction delays, and he falls. Letting go of my body, I breathe heavily and I grin at his fading face.

I watch his eyes roll upwards and laugh at the crimson flowing down his back. He breathes long breaths. "I'm not done yet." After many hours of torture and pain, I was finally getting my revenge. Red splatters all over my face as a jab the knife into his inner muscles. I turn his bulk body over, and strain myself to cut a piece of the hanging meat in the freezer. I stuff the raw chunk in his mouth to silence his moaning in pain. His dark brown eyes widen as I gently carve into his hairy chest. Disgusting. Yet mystifying.

'SUPRISED I'M STILL ALIVE?' reads my artwork.

I swift the object throughout his body, tickling him into a sensational feeling. I smirk at the clock- two hours past midnight. I finally have the store to myself, and your corpse.

"You silly. you thought I'm stupid to run away when I just had the chance. I just want you to finally enjoy me wanting you back." I say to him. He's not even close to dying yet, and this is just the beginning of his end...