Chapter: Thirteen.

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"Don't worry, I am going to answer the questions you've all been dying to ask." Jameson stood behind his trembling sister then he combed his finger into her hair before yanking the hair back in one pull. The girl whimpered in pain as Jameson exposed her delicate neck to his mother and father. "How did you all end up like this. Tied up in your own living room. That's the question right?" Jameson placed his dagger on Jennifer's neck and she squirmed when the sharp cold object graced her neck, tears falling off her eyes.

Mrs. Rebecca Woods shook her head vigorously as Jameson dug the dagger a little bit into the girl's neck. Blood dripped from the small cut covering Jennifer's neck with lines of bloody tears.

Mr. Woods muffled words that made absolutely no sense.

Jameson withdrew the dagger but held onto the girl's hair. Jennifer's body quivering in fear.

"You see, while mother dearest was going about setting a table for her family dinner. I had gone into the kitchen and spiced up the pizza she had ordered with enough sleeping drugs to knock you all out for a while." Jameson smirked then Shaved his sister's hairs off with the dagger at the girl's cry for mercy.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill her yet," Jameson told his mother and father. Then very slowly he trudges wearily towards his pale face mother.

Once Jameson reached his mother, he went to stand behind her back. "You enjoyed watching father beat me, don't you?" Jameson asked the wiping woman and she shook her head in response while whimpering loudly. "You actually do, that's why you would come into my own private hell every morning to clean me up and oil my wounds." Jameson crouched down on his knees his eyes staring at his mother's trembling fingers. "You like the smell of blood, how about I feed you with more of your own medicine." Jameson stretched her fingers out nicely and one at a time chopped up the fingers. The woman cried and thrashed, her legs stomping the grounds repeatedly as Jameson left both hands without fingers.

By the time he emerged from his mother's back, blood has splashed all over his face, clothes, and hands. Jameson stood in front of the woman and one after the other fed her, her own fingers. She choked on blood and spit out the fingers while Jameson pushed more and more into her mouth when the sick boy was satisfied he left her with four fingers sticking out from her mouth the woman's face soaked with her own blood.

"How do you like that?" Jameson asked the woman. "Smells great doesn't it?"

Jameson went to sit back on the center table. "I told you all to stay away from me, but you never listened." Jameson laughed. "You see, I was a good boy. Night after night I sat there in the dark and waited for the monster to come into my room and when he does he would always deliver." Jameson faced his father, they have all stopped crying, that was a good choice because tears wouldn't get them out of this only death would.

"You did enjoy beating me and ripping my skin apart." Jameson took off his jackets then his shirt to expose his scar filled chest to them. " This is what you did to me." Jameson showed them his body and then went on to pull his pants off leaving just his boxers on. "This...all over my body is the gift you've bestowed upon me in those nights you kept coming back." Jameson's eyes were filled with burning hate as he walked towards the man, his ax on one hand. "I'll let you taste how it feels having your skin fall off of your body while you couldn't do anything to help it." Jameson raised his ax and started digging into his father's chest, legs, back, hands and every other part of the body save the man's face. His mother and sister screamed from their sealed mouth as they watched the man's skin rip and fall into the white tiles, blood stained the tiles as skin and gore-soaked the grounds.

Jameson kept hitting the man more furiously as he stabbed the ax over and over into the man's torn up flesh until the man stopped jerking and sat slumped as a man dead but Jameson knew he wasn't dead yet.

Jameson stared at his mother and sister while he piled his father's skin off his naked body.

He was drenched in blood.

"You flogged me every night with leather belts and today I returned the favor with my bleeding ax."

Jameson faced his sister once again. "Baby sister, remember when I would beg you from behind closed doors to help me pass a few crumbs under my door so I could eat or when I would beg you to pour even just a drop of water under my door so I could lap it up like a dog would in other to quench my thirst?" Jameson used the butcher knife to slash her yellow gown open leaving the girls tender breast exposed down to her pink doty panties. "You heard me but you would always ignore. You neglected and rejected me and when you'd see me begging at school for leftover snacks you'd tell on me as soon as we get home and I'd be punished." Jameson pointed the knife at her chest then stared into the girl's bloodshot eyes. "You remember, don't you?" Jameson asked. "Yes, you do. How could you not?!" Jameson laughed at the shivering girl. "You never forget, always telling. Have you got something to say to big bad brother?" Jameson asked and cut the tape off her mouth, cutting the girls face in the process. It didn't bother him though.

As soon as the tape came off the girl fought for air as she tried to breathe properly then she stares red eyes at Jameson.

"Please...please!" She whispered.

"What are you pleasing me for?" Jameson asked mockingly.

"Stop....please...forgive us, I beg you." She cried.

I would listen to you if father here had listened to me when I would beg him to stop. So don't blame me now if I chose not to listen."

Jennifer screamed for help but was soon shut up when the knife ran into her opened chest.

"Bad idea Sisi," Jameson whispered as he pulled the knife out only to have it plunged into the chest once again.

He needed to get her heart.

Once Jameson had the heart in hands he placed it on the center table, picked up his dagger and walked towards his mother.

The woman had long stopped making a sound and had stopped moving completely.

"I will make this easy for you, mother, easy and painless." Jameson pulled her hair back and slashed her neck open, tick red blood flowed out and Jameson took a swing of his dagger into her chest to seek yet another prize for the night.

Jameson places his mother's heart where he had kept his sister's and then stared back at their dead bodies. Their bloody and opened chest a porthole to hell.

He smirked.

"I suppose it is now you and I dearest father."

Hours flew by before Jameson had killed every one of them all that was left of his family was their opened empty chest and stomach. Blood mixed with intestines and gore from the stomach littered the place while more blood filled the room as a pool would.

Jameson packed up his weapons of mass destruction and went out into the cold night.

As soon as his feet touched the grass outside, the sky poured its joy and rain came down fast.

Jameson laughed, threw his bag on his shoulder and walked his way back into the forest, the rain almost washing him clean of their useless blood.

"Goodnight family," Jameson whispered and disappeared into the woods.

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