How I Killed Her

"Mom, please stop!" the boy pleaded with his mother, tears streaming down his bruised face, mixed with specks of blood. He knelt and begged countless times, asking his mom, who didn't understand his shattered feelings.

"Stop it for a moment. He's crying intensely, can't you see?" his father said. He was sitting on the cold floor, huddled in the corner of their bedroom. He stopped filming, put down the phone, and drank the last drop of alcohol. "Go outside and buy me five bottles of beer first, then we'll continue."

"Of course, I'll be fast," replied the mother of the household.

The boy was only eight years old and was deeply abused by his parents. Feelings of brokenness and devastation consumed him. This had been his everyday life, abused every weekday. While he was locked in a room every weekend, abandoned by his irresponsible parents to gamble. His father is an alcoholic who didn't work, and his mother had a part-time cleaning job every morning during weekdays.

Due to poverty, life was miserable for the family. When his father learned that they could make a lot of money by filming the abuse of a child, he didn't hesitate for a second. He asked his wife to help him, promising to provide a lot of money for their family. At first, the mother didn't accept the offer and saw her husband as some crazy person talking nonsense about earning money.

The mother deeply loved her son and cherished him before some emergency happened. Her mother, living in another town, was very ill and needed money for surgery.

In desperate need of money, she asked her husband how they could earn big quickly. She hesitated for weeks but ended up biting onto her husband's cruel idea.

That became the start when the boy's mother learned how to abuse his son in exchange for money.

She cast aside that cherished love and focused solely on her mother's needs. This marked the beginning of a negative transformation for a mother who had once seemed full of love, now turning her into a pawn for her husband and the pursuit of money.

It had been a year since they started down this path, and when her mother died, it became a habit that continued, seemingly without end. How hurtful it is for a boy to be abused by his parents.

Zee can envision those people who do wrongdoings. It has been a valuable way for him to know his targets that must be taken down immediately.

That is right, Zee envisioned that woman. And yes, he did kill her. He planned it all, but he could only kill her that day. It was on October 19th, Thursday. He killed the woman the same day they had an overnight shoot far from the crime scene. With his ability to fly, he did fly to be in the woman's place as quickly as possible.

However, when he killed the woman, he didn't know that his bracelet was in the woman's pocket.

In the building where the woman was living, their basement contained the washing machines used by the tenants. One night, the woman approached the basement to wash and dry their clothes using the washing machine.

While Zee surveyed the environment, he soon identified his prey, the woman he had seen in his vision, and she was about to enter the basement. Zee had the chance to follow her inside.

The basement has 1500 square feet, and every table and machine looks ancient, with specks of dust and some litter everywhere.

The washing machines are on the right side, and some small white dirty tables are on the left side of the room. The light is quite dim, but the things around can still be seen.

When Zee was inside, he saw the woman putting their washed clothes into the drying machine. The woman glanced at him and stared at him from head to toe.

Zee is wearing an all-black outfit and formal shoes. In comparison, the woman is wearing partnered blue pajamas and a slipper.

When the woman turned her look away, Zee asked her a question. "What's your reason?"

The woman asked him, "Are you talking to me?"

"Yes... Why would you do that to your boy?"

The woman's eyes widened, her heart pounded nervously, and her stare became serious. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm saying,"

"Who are you? What do you care about my boy?" the woman asked tremblingly.

After quick seconds passed, Zee transformed into a monstrous creature, resulting in the woman being scared and peeing instantly.

He got close to her with his significant strides, and his frightening face made her skin pale. The long, loud growl breathing dirty saliva to her face seemed so filthy and messy, indeed made her lips quiver.

He slaps her face severely and throws her into a corner like some useless sack. The next thing that happened, everything was disgusting.

He opened a portion of the woman's body in the upper middle of her head, sucked her blood, and took her spirit using his grisly mouth like sipping a transparent red air from her mouth.

However, no evidence can point to him as the real killer whenever he kills this way.