Dirty sheets

"You've been slacking recently Jonas, Several of your coworkers have also reported seeing you drinking in breaks which you know is strictly prohibited, I'm sorry to say this but your fired". I looked at him and nodded. It was my fault. I stood up with my suitcase and left the building. I'd have to find a new job soon. I called over a taxi. As I sat I thought of what I'd tell my wife.

Maybe she'd leave. The car ride was boring as always. It was always the same dirty street.

I got out and prepared my keys as I walked towards my door. I could hear a small noise but thought nothing of it. Sherry was probably just watching T.V. I opened the door and the sound became a little clearer. It was sort of in rhythm. Maybe it was a song. As I walked down the hall however, it became even louder and sounded worse. I opened the door and there she jumped on top of another man's dick. I stared at them as they performed their song until they reached the climax. She fell off his penis and onto the bed. It was then they realised I was there. I sat on the wooden chair and faced towards them. "What a shit song" I said smiling at my brilliance.

"No, you've got it all wrong it's not-". I cut her off standing up to reach for my suitcase. I opened it on my lap and chose from my vast array of blades and small guns. I chose a butcher's knife but hid it in my suit.

I stood up and laid out the slightly stained sheets in one part of the bed. I looked at the man and said, "Get out". He stood and got dressed before rushing out. I looked at my wife finally. "You, get on" I said.

"O-ok" she stuttered. I went back to my suitcase and got a needle and a small knife. "Close your eyes". She silently did so and I readied my blade. I stabbed her throat enough so she couldn't scream but not enough to kill. She flailed around but I pinned her down and injected her with adrenaline. I took out the butcher's knife and watched her eyes widen. I stabbed off her left foot. She tried to scream to no avail. I moved my blade higher and stabbed her above the knee. I tossed her leg aside and cut her other leg off. Now she couldn't run do I let go. I lifted my hand and hammered it down upon her shoulders until they flew off. She tossed around so I grabbed her neck and cut it deeper. She began to lose breath and slowly faded out. Then to be sure she was dead I severed her head and tossed her body outside. "Now you won't have to sing in dirty sheets you pig" I laughed. The sheets were now pure with mother nature's blood.