3 Chapter 3

Oh My Gosh. I can't believe that 206 people saw this book. I still am figuring out how everything works. I can't tell if it's just how many people clicked on my cover but that is still exiting. If your reading this thank you, my fellow humans and potatoes in disguise for reading this far :).

Also, I can't think of names so if there are actually people who has read this far, it would be appreciated if you comment below some names that I will use for future characters.

Kala POV:

After exiting Simon's house, I was inspired and started to create art. I love his brain and his ideas. Should I take his brain out? But his ideas are more important. But I really want to. Ugh. Why can't he produce ideas after I take his brain out? So unreasonable.

I first went to the hunt for my materials. Fortunately, there are hunting grounds full of them which many people call the bar. I put on a red dress, white gloves, and silver earrings. I must admit, I am stunning in this outfit. I then ordered a drink and then had a conversation with an intoxicated adult that has a similar drink and left to the bathroom. More often then not, a person would put a sleeping drug in my drink. This time was such a case. I then swapped our drinks when the prey was not looking. And when the prey passed out, I carried him out with the excuse of being a good samaritan. I put him in my truck and drove to a place where no one would bother us. Then I took off my heels, put on oversized shoes, and then covered my hair.

Then I dragged my main material of the truck. Unfortunately, he was really heavy. I sometimes wish that my prey would be considerate enough to lose weight so it would be easier to move him around. Is that too much to ask?

-Gore Warning: skip to next episode if you can't stand gore-

Then I took the rest of the materials out. I used my 4 pieces of rope and attached it to each of his limbs and onto a vehicle. Because I can't afford 4 vehicles and 4 drivers, I had to make do with me pulling his right arm and leg with my vehicle while having his left arm and left leg tied to railings. Then I drew my typical signature on him with a knife, a heart. Adding a drawing on things just makes it so much prettier. After a while, the blood started to pout out and the material started to wake up. He first started out somewhat drowsy but he immediately realized what was happening He started shouting in a unbearably scratchy but low voice.

"AHHH! What are you doing, you crazy b*tch, let go of me!" My material this time has such a foul mouth.

I responded, "Cursing is bad you know. And bad children need to be punished." I then cut the right side of his cheek.

"AHH, MY MOUTH! Please forgive me, I really did not mean to drug you. I won't ever do it again." Oh my, it turns out my prey this time is a liar. I HATE LIARS. They always tell what you want to hear and then betray you. I now have no more interest in it. Liars need to be immediately be punished.

I then walked into my truck and drove in reverse. The liar screamed. Surprisingly, the limbs tore off first which came out with blood splurting out, ripped muscle, and countless veins and tendons, which snapped after a certain point. The joints connecting the limbs to the main body separated. All in all, the things that came out with the arms and legs splayed out, making the material turn into a beautiful masterpiece.

Surprisingly, the liar was still screaming. His remaining, body squirmed about as he tried to get away. This lasted a couple of minutes until he slowly died and stopped moving.

Ahh, making masterpieces like this are so exciting~

3rd Peron POV:

Kala admired the scene for a couple more moments to internalize it in her brain and then took pictures to admire later. Her pale skin and white gloves contrasted with the red blood, while her red dress and her lips did the opposite, forming a beautiful picture. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle and her lips formed an innocent smile.

Then she took off her bloody gloves and called Simon. Waiting for him to pick up, the noises the phone made reflected in the desolate place.

"Hello?" Said Simon.

"Hi, this is Kala! I thought about your idea just now" said Kala as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Her innocent smile contrasted with her bloody surroundings, forming an eerie picture.

"Ohh? What did you think?" Simon was interested to hear her feedback. It was late at night and at this moment he was busy writing a draft for the said novel.

"Well, hypothetically of course, if a person was pulled apart, wouldn't the person still be barley alive after being torn apart? I think it would be important to include a few moments where the brother crawls using whats still interact for a few moments before dying." Kala says as she stares at what was once an intact human a few moments ago.

"Oh, I never thought about that! Thank you for your feedback! I'm going to add that detail now!" He went back a few pages and edited his draft.

"No problem. I always love to hear your ideas." Said Kayla.

They said their goodbyes and ended the call.