I had to do it because I couldn’t think of any other way to get rid of her. She was just making me so jealous and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was ugly, a fake, and full of hate. She was genuine, honest, and nice to a terrifying fault. We first met up at work. I was the new “girl” and she was the young capable woman. She was my mentor in many ways and the more she helped the more I wished she didn’t exist. I wondered how others thought of the two of us. Did they see a difference between us like I did? Did they ever consider how much of a rude bitch she was being by standing beside me and helping me like a lost puppy? Did she ever think of how she made me look by doing that? I don’t think such a vapid, air headed cunt ever did. I thought about it all the time. It was on my mind every time I got ready for a shift with her. I knew she would walk up to me and smile. It was different from the one she gave to customers, or hot men. She would sneer at me. I sneered back at her once. That whore looked offended and didn’t talk to me the rest of the day. It was a bad day for me. I needed help because I was so flustered and she abandoned me. I grew to hate her more. How could I not hate her more after that? I depended on her and she knew it, and yet she threw me away the moment I didn’t look at her the right way. I spent the rest of the day having help from other coworkers. It was that day I decided that being captive and fed is to be better than free and starving. I never showed my displeasure again until I thought I could live without her.
I remember first seeing her. I was walking downtown past a small stationary store when I looked through the window. She looked so effortlessly feminine. The grace she had was unmatched by everyone else. She made effort look effortless. I stared as she worked. I made a mental note of the time. The next week I went back to the store hoping to saw her again. I sat down across the street then ordered strawberry ice cream. I got it because it matched her shirt’s beautiful color. I studied her until I was done. I told myself to wait a week to make sure I would see her. I waited two days and went back. She wasn’t there. I took another mental note before leaving. I went back day after day as if it was just a normal commute I had to do. It took three weeks until I had her schedule down. Two weeks after that I applied to her store. One week later I had an in person interview. I made sure to ask for a time for when she wouldn’t be there. I could barely handle an interview, to do one with her in the building would have made me too sweaty and I would have failed. Thankfully I didn’t. Two months after our first encounter I was her coworker. The first months were bliss, before I could understand how much of a threat she was to me. She showed me a lot and I am thankful for her. I knew I couldn’t be who I wanted to be with her next to me, or even with her in this world with me. I had to kill her. She was a rude, ignorant cunt that made my life hell without ever noticing. She was my jailor, my executioner, and worst of all she expected me to be thankful for it.
One night I couldn’t handle it. She was being especially nice to me. This was a few weeks after I scowled at her. She had been submissive and avoiding me ever since. It made me hate her more. She was acting effeminate and I was just being a brute. This bitch had to be taken out. I invited her to a dinner, as a way to say sorry. I said I we could go out to a bar for some drinks at first then get something to eat. She agreed easily. We went to a bar near my apartment. I kept on ordering cokes, while giving the dumb cunt vodka cranberries. She was tipsy by the first hour. I said we can eat at my place and drink some more. She was delighted at the thought. She looked so happy, and even inebriated she has more grace than me. The walk home was short. I was smiling and laughing as much as her. For the first time I felt like she saw me as I wanted her to see me, as another one of her girlfriends. She looked so happy, and I felt so anxious.
She stepped into my apartment without a second of hesitation. The stupid cunt went straight to the kitchen and made herself at home. She mixed herself a drink while talking about what to eat. I said we can order some take in and watch a movie. She excitedly took out her phone and looked up places. I got behind her and grabbed a knife. I slit her throat and pushed her head into the sink. I turned on the water and let the blood drain out of her. She tried to move, and I could feel her chest rise and fall with the gurgles she made. I was excited. I was alive, and as the gurgles slowed I turned her around. Her face had tears on it. Her mouth sagged and hung open. I felt my smile get bigger and my hands clasp tighter onto her. I wanted to squish her so tightly that her body would squeeze between my fingers like putty. I breathed so heavily the next minute as I felt every inch of her. I saw how it all looked and operated. Her breasts felt soft and her vagina was so tight and beautiful I played with it. I saw her inside and out. I desecrated that body in every way I could. I needed to know that her body was now all mine to lust and hate. She might have been better than me at being a woman, but I was now her owner. I shut all the blinds and showered with her. I made her touch me. I kissed her on the lips, on her pussy, on the nipples. I loved her body as much as the control I had over it.
In the shower, I bit her nipple off. I put it on the tip of my tongue and showed her. She looked at me with her stupid and gaping face. I swallowed and went in again. Her skin felt like velvet in my throat. I had to finger her as I did this. I ate her entire boob and started on the other. I must have looked like a wild, perverted animal. I did not mind because I needed it. I needed to eat whatever was inside of her to make her an effeminate, graceful, proper woman. This rude whore had it in her somewhere I was going to make it a part of me. When I was done with her other boob I put her crotch in my mouth, and her mouth on my crotch. I ate and bit her as savagely as I could. I squeezed her head into my groin and humped it. Her slender and skinny legs felt great in my hands. I could barely breath with how much of her vagina was being forced into my mouth and nose. I almost choked a few times when I bit off a lot. My jaw was sore and all I could taste was blood. It was heavenly, because it was hers. I spent the rest of the night chewing on her. Small things like her tiny, slender hands with perfectly painted nails. Her feet that were so dainty I wondered how she could walk. I saved the face for breakfast after I chopped up all of her. It was important to see her eyes and mouth agape as I violated her in my quest to be her.
I never found what made her so womanly. I ate all of her piece by piece. I kept on waiting for her to change me. My feet never got smaller, neither did my hands. My skin did start to feel more like hers, but not quite enough to be hers. My hair got longer and a little shinier. I think she was a dud. I think she was faking it all the whole time. The manipulative cunt was faking it very well I concluded. I had a gut feeling when I saw her ugly insides. That bitch was full of disgust like I thought she was. Her attractiveness was only skin deep. It was putrid cleaning out her organs. I ate them anyways. I knew when she decided to sabotaged me. It was in her final moments. It was when she felt the knife slit her throat and my entire body press up on her. When she was stuck between my big body and the sink. She opened up her mouth and let all the prettiness wash down the drain. In her final moments this vindictive whore made sure I never got what she had.
I know I can try again. In this new town there is another girl just like her. She is flawless. She would never be mean to me, even on accident, unlike that last bitch. I’m going to meet her properly tomorrow and in time I will see what makes her who she is. This time I will only eat the beautiful parts. I will take what is good, and throw away the ugly. She’s so much better than me I am jealous.