A year had passed since you'd been in university and several months since you'd started dating Brenda. She was sweet on you and always seemed to be a kind person, if a bit dorky yet high strung at other times.
     That's why it was so surprising to you the first time you caught her killing someone. Ever since then, things were a little tense. You couldn't deal with the sexual tension anymore which lead to an interesting revelation: for some reason, murder turned you on.
    So you developed a plan.
    Your ex girlfriend was a manipulative bitch who had basically used you as a slave throughout the entirety of your extremely tense two year relationship. Yet, now, she wanted you back because the guy she dated after you whom she ended up marrying was serving her divorce papers, a restraining order, and court papers to pay back all the money she owed him for damages to his property and that which she stole.
    Originally, you thought she finally got her karma but now you wanted to make her pay even more for what she had done to you over the years.
    One day, your ex decided to harass you by calling your landline all hours of the night. (This was before cell phones.) So here you were, less than an hour of sleep, heading to class then work immediately after.
    By the time you got back to your dorm, you were exhausted. Yet, your ex wasn't finished with the harassment. You took the phone off the hook so she'd stop calling and laid down to take a nap.
    About an hour later, Brenda walked in. You only knew because she had put the phone back on the hook and the phone immediately rang.
    "Wait, don't answer that!" You shouted a moment too late.
    She did anyway and you could hear the whole conversation:
    "No, sorry, this is her girlfriend."
    Then:  "Excuse me?"
    And finally: "Listen here you little bitch--!"
    You took the phone and hung it up before she could finish that sentence.  "Who was that, (y/n)?"
    "My ex girlfriend."
    You explained the situation to Brenda who looked pissed as you told her your story. "And why isn't she dead?"
     "Because I want her to suffer first."
     With that, you explained what you had been thinking of the other day (sans the fact that murder turned you on).
    "Ooh...sweetheart, you're a woman after my own heart. I'll be more than happy to make this bitch pay."
    Over the next few days, the pair of you worked on scaring the shit out of your ex, using various urban legends to give her multiple close calls with death. Yet, you never killed her.
     Finally, after little more than a week, the pair of you decided to reveal yourselves. You invited your ex to a party, wherein you did like they did in Scream and chased her around the house in a disguise.
     "How do you like this, huh?" Brenda asked as soon as she had your ex cornered. "We've been trying to get you for awhile now, making you suffer."
     Your ex turned and ran...right into your arms. "Help me, (y/n)! Your girlfriend is fucking crazy!"
     You laughed, surprising her.
     "Oh...haven't you ever seen the Scream series? What's the recurring theme?" Brenda mocked.
     "There's always a second killer." You answered, flicking open a knife.
     "Not exactly an urban legend...but a new, popular horror movie? It'll do for a good death."
     After killing your ex, you and Brenda went about getting rid of the body and the evidence before heading home to get cleaned off.
     "I think I'm gonna jump in the shower." You said, almost as an afterthought while the pair of you got undressed, tossing the soiled clothes into a basket to be burned later.
     "Ok. Try not to take too long."
     You groaned. "Would you like to join me?"
     Brenda's head moved so fast, you could almost hear her neck crack. "I mean...if you're sure."
     "Brenda...baby..."
     You could hear the gasp escape her lips as she raced to your side. You headed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and got in, Brenda sliding in behind you. As you began to wash the blood off your body, you felt her lips against your skin, moving their way down the back of your neck.
    You turned in her arms, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Your hands wandered across her body, hers doing the same. Her lips then moved to your breasts, pinching a nipple while her mouth worked on the other.
    Brenda moved her lips down, slowly kneeling in front of you, one hand pressed against your stomach. She trailed kisses further down your body until she reached your thighs. She kissed each before spreading your legs, leaning you against the shower wall.
     She flicked her tongue against your clit, licking across it. She spread you open, her tongue moving in quick swipes across that sweet spot. A finger found its way inside of you and she quickly continued thrusting it around your inner walls.
     Finally, as you felt a knot tightening inside of you, she moved her tongue across your folds, locking up your cum.
     You panted as if you had just got done running a marathon. Brenda moved from her spot on the floor of the shower.
     "Can I get a turn under the water?" She giggled.
     You laughed and moved to give her room. "Go ahead, gorgeous."