"How many fucking times must I tell you to not use the front fucking door?"

I toss him down on the living room floor. Giving him a swift kick in the stomach for good measure.

I’ve told him so many times not to use the front door when he comes to ‘this’ house. It can’t be that hard to remember I’ve only got two houses. The family house and the torture house. You’d think he’d have enough common sense to know not to use the front door when coming to my ‘play house’… especially when he has a ‘gift’ sitting in the trunk of his car.

"Are you trying to get me fucking arrested?"

He shakes his head no, hand still gripping his rapidly swelling cheek.

"Then why the hell would you park your car in the front and prance up the front drive instead of using the back like I’ve told you to so many fucking times?"

His lack of response pisses me off more than any of his lame ass excuses probably would’ve. In one swift motion I pull a blade from my pocket. He doesn’t even have time to register what’s going on when I ram it through his hand.

The sounds of ripping flesh, and cracking bones fills my ears. But nothing compares to his high pitched feminite screams.

I can’t help from laughing. Seriously I don’t even think any of the women I killed screamed the way he did. I can’t stop laughing… that is, until I notice the blood that’s staining the white carpet underneath the screaming dumbass.

"You worthless piece of shit. You just stained my fucking carpet."

That carpet was not by any means cheap. Cost me a pretty fucking penny. My body makes the decision before my mind does.

Dragging Aiden to the top of the basement staircase is harder than you’d think. It takes me a good five minutes to get him there. But when I do the job gets a hell of a lot easier. Rolling his fat ass down the steps gives me great satisfaction. He hits the bottom step with a loud thud; a high pitched moan follows shortly after.

This house is set up really great. The upstairs looks so normal, so comfy. But the basement is just another world. There are fifteen rooms down here. Each room is especially made for one form of physical torture. I haven’t gotten the chance to use all of them, my goal is to use all of them at least once before this decade is up.