It was a bright, sunny, day. Dean Wilson was cutting up some meat or that’s what it looked like from a distance, on closer look anyone could see it was a body. A fresh kill one might say. Dean wore a white tank top, light coloured jeans and his veiny arms worked the saw with precision, the flesh squished between the blade. Once done he started the wood chipper machine, it roared to life. Dean pushed the arm of the corpse in, the sound like music to his ears. His eyes rolled back, mouth agape. 

This was Dean’s ninth kill, usually he targeted wealthy couples, at first the goal was to just rob them. He never intended on killing anyone but during one such theft he hurt his victim by mistake almost to the point of no return and hearing the gurgle of the man Dean sought to kill him to end his suffering but was surprised to find himself almost turned on by it. Since then his goal has been self satisfaction. 

This particular kill was solely for pleasure and first one at that, he picked up a girl at a bar the night before, he brought her back home, fucked her and while asleep tied her up and cut her multiple times, she was tortured, her death; slow and alluring to Dean. He fucked her corpse again and here we are now. “I have to control myself.” Dean said to himself.  

Dean cleaned himself up, stood in front of his full length mirror, he had on a crisp, black suit with black leather boots, his face clean shaven and his hair slicked back. He looked the part, he had to.  

Dean was on his way over to the Cunninghams manor. The Cunninghams were an old money family, generations of wealth. After Leopold Cunningham’s death all of his fortune went to his only son, Arthur Cunningham who married Madeline Roger now Mrs. Cunningham. Dean met them at the country club when he introduced himself as Dean Peters, a wealthy business man new to the area. Arthur took to Dean immediately. They talked, laughed, played golf and was now invited to dine with the Mister and Missus. Dean had his eyes set on the Cunninghams for two weeks now, he observed every step they took. He had to make sure his kills were clean and planned.

On his way to the Cunninghams manor, Dean listened to some jazz, it always calmed him down and in an odd way pumped him up too, he was an odd bloke. A little over an hour later, Dean pulled up to the Cunninghams manor, it was almost as big as a castle. The exterior itself was very fancy, it had stone walls, dozens of windows, a huge courtyard in the front and a botanical garden to the side. This couple could be the wealthiest people Dean had ever targeted. 

Dean was greeted with a very optimistic looking Arthur, he embraced Dean in a hug. On the way inside Dean noticed how quiet it was, so far from civilisation. Perfect.

“Oh hello Dean. Welcome welcome. I’m Madeline” Madeline greeted in her sweet voice.

“Hello Thank you, you both have a lovely home.” Dean complimented using his charm. 

“Ah that’s all Madeline, although fun fact my great great grandfather built this building after his father bought the land as a wedding present.” Arthur boasted while escorting Dean to the lounging area. “Honey, we must show Dean the house.” Arthur told Madeline. Dean really didn’t care however he was interested in seeing the house, to scope the scene as it would save time.

“Come, let’s have a cigar first.” Arthur offered. Dean nodded, following the man into the lounging room, it looked grand. A huge chandelier hung in the centre, fancy wallpapers covered the walls along with portraits of what Dean could only assume was part of the family tree. As the two men were smoking, Madeline walked in with two arms up in the air, one hand carried three glasses and the other a huge bottle of glittering brown liquor. “Let’s have some fun.” Madeline wore a cream slip dress with her hair in a styled bun, she looked too young to be married and too crazy to be a conservative housewife. She was loud and by the looks of it drunk. Her energy way too high for Dean’s liking, he preferred girls quiet with submissive mannerisms and sometimes dead. 

Madeline poured the strange yet beautiful looking liquor into the glasses handing one to Dean. Arthur chuckled at Dean’s hesitanetness. “It’s the purest bourbon you’ll ever have.” Dean raised an eyebrow. The couple chugged their drink as though water, Dean followed suit. Dean was impressed, it felt extremely smooth going down, the flavours potent. It felt as though he might as well have had the nectar of Zeus himself. He felt unabashedly purposeful, he knew he was destined to be here, to do what god couldn’t. Madeline clapped her hands startling Dean causing him to snap out of his thoughts. “Time for the house tour, come on come on.” She went out into the hallway. Arthur just laughed as though it was normal behaviour which it probably was, Dean thought.

The tour started at the hallway and then proceeded from there to the foyer, the living room, the study, another living room because why not? But by the time they reached the library Dean felt light headed, he stumbled a bit, his vision started to blur. Arthur and Madeline stopped walking, they looked at Dean “Ah sorry, just a bit light headed.” 

“Oh he’s starting to feel it, honey!” Madeline exclaimed. Dean looked over at the couple, both grinning like maniacs.

Dean flinched as Arthur touched his shoulder. He furrowed his eyebrows, all of a sudden his vision became sharp, colours so vibrant he could taste it. “Wha- what is happening?” Dean asked as he put his arms in front of him. “Go to sleep, she will see you now” Was the last thing Dean heard before he saw nothing at all.

Dean woke up in a haze, he looked around, blinked but couldn’t understand where he was, the room was in complete disarray, wooden shelves with nails sticking out, cracked foundation and overall the room covered in dust. The only source of light were a few stick candles. It seemed like his eyes couldn’t comprehend colours. The room was decorated in a way that seemed unnatural at least compared to the place he passed out at, this was a dungeon. 

Dean was tied up, his arms manacled above his head. There was a BANG! in the distance, then some thumps, it startled Dean. He squinted his eyes, he swore he saw a figure within the shadows but it disappeared in a blink.

“Where am I?” Dean asked in a some what weak voice. He wasn’t afraid if anything he was seething with anger, this was a major inconvenience in the grand scheme of his plans. “Oh sweetie! He’s awake yay!” Dean would recognise that high squeaky annoying ass voice anywhere, it belonged to one of the hosts after all, fuckin’ Madeline Cunningham.

“Show yourselves.” Dean spat, they stood in an elevation, darkness surrounded them. Both the Mister and Missus stepped out of the dark, candle light illuminating their bodies, Dean wished he had never asked them to step into the light, they were crazier than he thought them to be especially because they were dressed as if it were Halloween. Madeline wore a baby girl frock that ended right below her ass, it was white with a baby pink bow and stained in blood whereas Arthur wore a black suit, a top hat and carried a goddamn cane. 

“What the fuck?” Dean was confused but more so agitated at his current situation. “Untie me you bastards.” Dean yelled. “Now, now no need to use your foul mouth, Dean.” Arthur tsked. Dean’s eyes were wide as a bat “What did you-” He was cut off by Madeline’s insolent whining. Arthur gestured for Madeline to shush and she did. “Good girl” Arthur turned to Dean “Now Dean-” 

“What the fuck was in that drink?” Dean raised his voice. Arthur lunged at Dean with a knife raised to his neck. “Don’t you dare talk to me in that tone.” Madeline excitedly clapped her hands “You’re so hot when you threaten people honey.” Arthur turned to his wife, he winked at her after which Arthur looked menacingly towards Dean.

Dean collected all the spit he could and spat on Arthur’s face. Arthur enraged, stuck the knife in Dean’s stomach, Madeline rushed over to her beloved husband. Dean groaned. Madeline saw the crimson liquid leak from Dean’s torn flesh, she approached him slowly, her fingers undid his shirt buttons after which she darted her tongue out and licked the wound, her eyes rolling back as though she just had an orgasm. “Mmm yum, I think he’s perfect for her!” Madeline exclaimed, Dean cringed. “For whom?” Dean questioned rather harshly.

“Come out, Adeline” Arthur whistled. What Dean saw was truly horrifying, he hadn’t seen anything that fucked up. This creature that stood before him now was a monster. It had skinny arms and legs, nails as long as spikes, the skin texture looked slimy and breasts hanging so low it touched the creatures belly button. The creature was a ‘she’ named Adeline and naked. Dean visibly gagged at the appearance of Adeline. 

Adeline brought her weapon shaped nails and caressed Dean’s face,  when Dean flinched Adeline started wailing so much so she hid behind Arthur. “Dean, meet my sister” Arthur grinned. “She’s a little shy” Arthur ushered Adeline to stand beside him. Madeline made a disgusted face, seems like Mrs Cunningham wasn’t all that fond of Adeline Cunningham. 

“I thought you were an only child.” Dean said to Arthur, at this he laughed. “As much as I love my sister she’s not a face-” Arthur looked at Adeline “-or a body to be broadcasted to the world. Of course he would say that, how dare someone bring the Cunninghams name to shame! Dean thought.

“Let’s kill him already!” Madeline whined once again. “Dear I believe Dean at least deserves to know why he’s going to be a corpse soon.” Arthur whispered, Dean felt a click from his leg restraints.

“I was angry but now I’m raging and fucking confused” Dean admitted. Arthur laughed “Well let me explain. You see Adeline here requires feeding like the rest of us but the only thing that fills her up is human flesh. We hunt twice a month and you just happened to be the second person this month.” After a pause, Arthur gets closer to Dean “You do the most for the people you care about. It’s nothing personal.”

Dean laughs like he’s never laughed before, he has tears in his eyes. The look on the Cunninghams is of pure confusion. “I was here to kill and rob you both. Oh! The irony.” Dean confessed. “You see I care about myself more than anyone” And with that Dean swung backwards and kicked both Arthur and Madeline in the centre of their chests, knocking both of them unconscious earning a whale like cry from Adeline. She was quiet this whole time but now she was freaking out to the point where she started flinging items to the ground. 

Dean watched while he tried to get the manacles off. He couldn’t so he called for Adeline, she was long gone though, she was hyper focused on throwing a tantrum. Dean recalled how Arthur had called her so he whistled as loud as he could, this grabbed Adeline’s attention. Dean noticed her eyes for the first time, they were human like which was freakier than if she had no eyes at all. “Help me get these manacles off please.” Dean pleaded. Adeline just stared at him. “Adeline” Dean whispered but she kept her focus on his eyes. Words didn’t work with Adeline so Dean used his eyes instead. He looked at her and then his hands. 

By some miracle Adeline understood, she didn’t use keys though instead she started ripping the chains off. She got one off but while she was doing the other Adeline was yanked back. “Don’t you understand we are killing him for you! You stupid cunt.” Madeline yelled at Adeline which caused her to cry as though she were a child. Madeline was fuming she slapped Adeline across the face. All this while Dean was trying to undo the chains that held his right hand. Madeline ran towards her husband, she shook him. “Wake up! Wake up Arthur honey!” Madeline cried but she got no response. She jerked her head towards Dean’s direction “You killed him, you killed my sweet sweet husband.” Madeline had a stream of tears down her face. She launched towards Dean but before she could reach him, Dean got free. He hit her but that didn’t deter her, she clawed at his face. 

Adeline was going absolutely berserk, hitting herself. She didn’t understand what was happening. Dean gave a solid punch to Madeline’s face, this caused her to fall on the ground but not before her head hit a table. Now her corpse lay in her own pool of blood. The lit candles on the table fell too which caused an eruption of fire that was slowly getting angrier.

It was a dark, gloomy day. Dean was in his kitchen. He was cooking meat. He put it in a plate and sprinkled some salt and pepper on top. He walked downstairs into his basement. He placed the plate on the table and whistled “His name was Doug Wilson”. As Dean walked up the stairs he heard wailing and then munching. He smiled.

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