The Cold Bloodied Bitch

The mortal goddess got sick after moving in the new apartment. I felt sorry for her. She had to do all the tasks of lifting those cabinets and bed all by herself. She wanted to be independent. Fine with me. It was a bummer though for her to get sick, as I am forced to rest with her.

The goddess' enthusiasm about the new job and the new room is making me weak. The other girl kept telling her to be in control of everything. And the more the goddess concentrates, the weaker I get. Why the hell does she have to rely on that girl? Why can't she just listen to me? I am all what she needs.

She spent the nights listening to that hag roommate of hers talk about her escapades all over the world as a DH, her lovers, her youth, etc... It makes me sick to my stomach to think that the goddess doesn't really like the crone but has to be polite. hate the goddess!

There were times that I wanted to strangle the old fogey. Her rantings is sickening. I want to smother her face with a pillow so that she won't see the light of day anymore, but seems to me that the goddess actually likes her. Thought of the hag as her mother. Hell, the goddess' mother is million times better compared to this has-been. Her mother will not definitely hook up with a man 20 years her junior.

And the place! The whole place sucks! With the nosy neighbors dropping by every night to say hello to the new tenant is really very aggravating. I can tell that the goddess is not sold to the whole idea of people scrutinizing her, her stuff, her background and all. I very much abhor it, too.

The other girl, who calls herself as the Angel, keeps prodding the goddess to tolerate everything. I can't do that. The goddess, I am sure, can't do that either. I told the goddess to start looking for a new place. She's a little steadfast on her decision to stay for the meantime, told me that it's not easy moving from one place to the other. Damn that stubborn bitch.

Last night, the room mate's lover asked the goddess to fry some fish. Fuck that loser! What does he think of the goddess? His personal slave, someone he can also abuse like he exploits the old woman? I don't know what got into the goddess head but she obeyed the bummer.

She doesn't eat that kind of fish, I told her, why would she do it? The goddess simply started to prepare the meal. I can not let these people take advantage of the goddess' kindness. I stuffed the fish's stomach with loads and loads of salt and pepper corn. I half fried the fish. It made me feel so happy.

Then I told the goddess to tell the couple that she's not feeling well again. She told them to have dinner without her. I could hear them gag from our bedroom. Serve them right!

I have to think of a way to eliminate the loser. He does not deserve to live.

I wish butchering him would be easy.