Tuesday Night 22:00

I lounge on the couch as I watch Charlie play with one of his newer victims, the circle was getting smaller and there was less of a selection to choose from now.

"Hey Charles." I call out, even though I have no experience with how he would react to me calling him Charles instead of Charlie. But honestly, at this point, he'd be stupid not to kill me anyways. "I think we should pick another method of selecting victims... spinning the bottle seems... rude." I lean back on the couch and stare up at the ceiling for a bit, my eyes do glance down at the monster massacring an innocent being just a couple metres from me.

He does not seem to peel away from his work, so I am hesitant on whether he heard me or not. The more I watch Charlie and his knife work... the more hypnotising he becomes. The back and forth of the movements, the sound the corpse makes every time the knife cuts into it... it all sounds so soothing. But only after a while though.

"Hey Charlie!" This time I yell in hopes of grabbing his attention away from his kill.

"What!" He turns to face me, the front of his shirt and pants are covered in a crimson substance as though he had just come from a butchers shop; in a sense he did.

"We have no more play toys left. I think we should stop using spin the bottle for a method of picking victims. Maybe we can leave this place and choose another method on the way?" I suggest, shifting my previous position to one where I am leaning on my right arm on the back of the couch as I turn to fully face Charlie.

He looks around at the massacre before him and nods his head. "Yeah, okay. I guess I will go clean myself up then and we can go." He mumbles a little, the bloodied knife still in his grasp as he turns back to his kill. He jams the knife into the corpse one more time and the liquid makes a weird squishing noise as it comes out of the body. As though he had just stepped on one of those weird sounding squeak toys that are meant for dogs to chew on and play with.

Charlie would then walk towards his room, leaving the knife in the body, and probably get ready to change. I look away from him and my gaze shifts down to my attire.

"Maybe I should change too..." I comment to myself, while I did not have as much blood on my clothes as Charlie had on his... I was still fairly dirty. "But wait! I don't have anything to change into." I sigh, remembering that Charlie had kidnapped me from the bar... which meant I had nothing clean to wear. "Oh well." I puff out a breath and I lean back into the couch's cushion. I am a little sad, why do I have to go around wearing blood stained clothes while he is all nice and cleaned up?

"Aren't you going to get cleaned up too?" His voice rings from beside me and I turn my head to see him standing in the doorway of his room holding a pair of clean clothes in his hands. "I thought you might not have brought anything, so I bought some new clothes for you. I hope they are okay. I wouldn't want you to feel left out or anything." He smiles softly and then walks over to me, holding the clothes out.

"Awe. That- That is the sweetest thing I have ever heard." I gush, my eyes soft as I hold my right hand over the left side of my chest. "Thank you Charlie, but how did you know my size?" I ask, although a part of me does not wish to know the answer to that.

"I measured you while you were asleep and had my driver go out to pick something up for you while you were asleep." He comments in a monotone voice as his expression is flat and mimics his tone. "So, are you going to sit there all night or are you going to go get ready?" He comments and I raise the corners of my mouth into a small smile. I still can't believe he did something so nice for me. I guess he really cares for me.

I stand from the couch and walk over to him. I smile at him as I grab the clothes from his hand and then I peck a little kiss onto his left cheek. "Thank you." I mouth and enter into the room behind him.

There is a bed and a large dresser at the back wall, other than those two items, the room is practically empty. I walk over to the bed which seems to be a queen sized bed and then I casually place the clothes onto the bed. I then commence to strip myself of my dirty old rags and put on the new clean clothes Charlie had purchased for me.

A white frilly blouse top, a perfect fit for my size. It is a long sleeved shirt though, but it is not tight at all, it is actually a bit loose. At least when I look down at it and when I move around a bit, does it feel loose. Very breathable too. The bottoms were a short navy blue skirt that went down just above my knee caps. And the last pair of items are a pair of black knee high socks, meant for a special ocassion or the ones that you would find school girls wearing, back in the day. I slip them on and then I prance around the room for a bit, casually checking myself out. I need to brush my hair out now, for it is too messy for this beautiful attire.

I notice a small compact hairbrush sitting on the dresser and I snatch it carefully. I brush out my hair and make it look all nice and fancy before I put the hairbrush back and leave to meet Charlie in the other room.

"I am ready Charlie!" I comment with glee, my eyes look around the room for him, but I am unable to see him anywhere. My heart begins to race, did he leave me? Did he abandon me here and call the cops to frame me? ... I mean, that is something I would totally do, but how dare he do that to me! I huff and look around a bit more. "Charlie? Are you still here?" I call out again, hoping that maybe he is simply just messing with me.

"Yea?" His voice calls out from the kitchen and then he enters into my view of sight. "Is something wrong? Do the clothes fit alright?" He asks with a calm tone, I nod and smile to silently answer his question. "Sorry if I worried you, I was just getting things ready for when we leave." He comments in a monotone voice.

"What do you mean by getting things ready?" I ask as I walk closer to him, the bodies were still strewn around on the floor like they were before I changed my clothes. Yet, there is now a weird scent that I can smell. I can't quite name it, but it smells familiar that's for sure. "And... do I look okay?" I ask and then I do a little twirl around, hoping that he at least sees some of my outfit on me.

"What? You didn't think that we were going to leave this place like how it is now... did you?" He looks at me with his same crooked smile as before, I shake my head a little and then I turn back to look at the mess in the front hall of the place. "We're going to burn this place down to the ground. Or blow it up too, I suppose that would be fun too." He lets out a laugh and I turn back to him. In his hands were a set of matches and a string.

"You're going to set the place on fire and blow it up?" I ask, my eyes wide with shock. "But... isn't that dangerous?" I ask again, his crooked smile just grows with my concern tone.

"Of course it is! That's why we're going to do it." He speaks, "I have already gotten my people to put the pieces into place, I am almost certain that you can smell the gasoline too. So, you should have been aware of at least part of the plan already." He continues, moving from one side of the kitchen to the other side. "We shall head outside now, it is almost time to set the plan into motion."

"Okay." I comment, a little unsure about this plan, for it could go wrong and end up hurting more innocents around than just the ones inside. But then... Why do I care? I already murdered quite a few of the ones inside anyways. So, it should not make any difference to me whether it hurts or kills other innocent civilians.

I grab my coat from the rack and I slip it on. I zip it up and then I put my boots on. I then open the door and walk out into the cold winter air. A light chill runs up my arms at the first kiss of the wind, but I soon get over the cold -- we Canadians are immune to the cold afterall. I smile and walk out to the front of the house, I stop once I have reached a good distance away and then I turn to wait for Charlie to walk out and meet me there.

After waiting for a few minutes, I see Charlie running over to me, his smile is wide and broad like a man's smile should be while also being in the body of a woman. He waves at me and I wave back a little, although I suppose I am not that smart, for he was waving for me to get down, not to say hi like a normal and sane person would.

"Get down idiot!" He yells and shoves me down, using his body to cover mine from the explosion that soon shakes the earth below us. My warm body touches the cold ground below and I close my eyes tightly, afraid of the explosion behind us. I can feel Charlie's body over mine, I can feel his breaths and I can feel his laughter before he laughs out loud. "That was fun, was it not my dear Bloody Mary!" He laughs and gets up off of me, before helping me up off the ground as well.

"I suppose it was quite the adrenaline rush." I comment in a little grumble, dusting myself off and then I stretch my back out to get out any kinks that there may be in it. "So... what are we going to get up to now?" I ask, "car alarms are going off and the police are probably going to show up any time now, so we should probably get going too." I finish and hold onto Charlie's arm gently.

"We're going to go to a fun little party. I know how much you like parties, so I am almost certain that you will love it too!" He smiles while looking down at me, his smile is almost calming, but it still has a hint of twistedness in it. "My driver should be here soon to pick us up. And then we shall have the party of our lives. With you by my side, anything is possible." He comments in a warm tone and we wait together until his driver pulls up next to us in a not so fancy black sidan.

Charlie opens the side door and signals for me to hop into the vehicle. I smile up at him and then I climb into the far seat in the car and once I am seated, Charlie follows me into the vehicle, sitting next to me. He closes the door after he enters in and winks to the driver - which I am assuming is the signal - as the driver then begins to drive off, leaving the scene of a burning building behind us.

As I lean back in my seat and I close my eyes. The soft sounds of sirens can soon be heard but then slowly fades away as we get farther from the scene of the crime.

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