He does, he asks meShould he walk me home?It would be saferIf I don't mind his askingHopes he's not too forwardBut an attractive girl like meShouldn't... be alone in the nightAttractive girl? Have I fooled him? What does he think of me?I don't care!Thank you, I mutter,That's very kindI cross the floorTo put out my cigaretteTurn back and walk towards himSee my reflection in the windowGasp at the sightLegs, tits, hair, heels, flashing jewellery, long nails and red lipsI feel gorgeous.We walk out. Without thinking, I unsheathe the blade. It seems to glow in anticipation of the coming slaughter. There is writing on the handle. It intrigues me, but there is no time to read it. I cut the man to ribbons, and do it without a single thought crossing my mind, just urges.What happens next is a blur. Slash, stab, thrust. Hours go by, and though I instinctively manage to block everything that comes at me, I am weakened with every man I kill.As the battle winds down, I finally have time to look. I quickly ran and jumped into the water hiding it so mom wouldn’t see. She came into the pool with her tits bouncing with the water. Trying to look at her while without letting her know my bad thoughts also i noticed a lot of men were rubbing into her in the pool and feeling her fleshy round butt in the water telling her “oh sorry” she just said no problem and went on. Still not getting a hint at the bad intension’s of everyone around her. I was getting hard at this thought. Watching men still. . and I still had work to do.I hastily crossed the inn's common room, and moved behind the bar where the room keys and the ledger were kept. Behind the counter was a small door that I knew led to a broom closet. I should know where everything was, after all, I built this place half a century ago.The room hadn't changed much. It was still small, and the ceiling was slightly uneven. A small safe had been added, but other than that I couldn't see anything different.I gently placed Maria on the.