Page 175 of Sincerely, Butterfly

They’re not even bothering to vet who they’re touching. It’s so sloppy of them.

I grab her arm, pulling her into the alley. “Hey!” she shouts. “Let go of me.”

“Shut up,” I hiss, shoving her up against the wall, pressing my knife against her stomach. “Scream, and I’ll fucking gut you like a fish.”

Her eyes widen in fear as her body starts to tremble.

“Please let me go,” she whimpers.

“Was it worth it?” I get in her face, so fucking pissed my ears are ringing.

“W-what?”

“My boyfriend. He was the one who just had his fucking fingers up your pussy.”

Her eyes widen in fear. “I didn’t know he had a girlfriend, I swear.”

“I know,” I sigh heavily. “That's the sad part. None of you ever do. But that doesn’t change the fact that you still touched what belongs to me. And I can’t let that slide. I’m so fucking over this.” I shake my head. “I thought I could handle it, you know? That itwould be fine, I’d deal with it until the time was right. But I can’t do it anymore. Every time I see them touch another girl, I want to skin them alive.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers, tears spilling down her face.

“I don’t want to,” I inform her. “But I have to.” I pause for a second. “Okay, I totally want to. Sorry, I lied.”

She goes to open her mouth to scream, and that’s when I shove my hand into her mouth, clamping my fingers onto her tongue,

She’s too stunned to do anything as I pull it out and quickly slice it off.

Blood pours from her mouth, and I cover it with my hand before she can scream. “This was down my boyfriend's throat, so it had to go.” I toss the chunk of flesh onto the ground. “If you can take anything over into the next life with you, date someone first, get to know them, make sure they’re not already taken. Random hookups just might be the very thing that gets you killed. Because that's what's happening to you in this life.”

I bring the blade up to her neck and pull it across her throat.

Her eyes flutter closed as her body goes slack.

“There we go.” I help her to the ground. I find her wallet in her dress pocket. “Hey! My dress has pockets too. Twins.” I giggle.

Quickly, I write her name down. Becky Rider.

Getting to my feet, my nose wrinkles.

It smells like piss, and for a moment I thought she peed herself, but I look to my right and see a homeless man lying there sleeping with his back towards me.

“Ooooppss.” I huff out a laugh. “Sorry, man, didn’t see you there. Hope you don’t mind the company.” I bend down and grab her wallet again, pulling the five twenties out and tucking them into the man's back pocket. “Here, she doesn’t need this anymore.”

The man grumbles something and rolls over. I’m about to run before he sees me when I watch him wrap his arm around the girl and pull her close to him.

“Awe,” I coo. “They’re cuddling! So cute. See, Becky, you’re providing a poor man with comfort even in your death. You shouldbe proud of yourself. You two have fun, I gotta go.” I wave before taking off.

For the next two hours, I follow the guys as they drink and laugh, having the fucking time of their lives.

With. More. Women.

They lied to me, like I wasn’t good enough to spend time with, yet these women get their time and attention? It’s fucking bullshit, and I’m done. There's only so much I can take before I have to draw a line.

I kill three more fucking girls. Like, are they for real?

Can’t they just drink and enjoy themselves? Why does everything have to be about sex?

My total body count for the night so far is seven. Seven in one fucking night. A new record for me.