She was dead on the kitchen floor before you even got home. I’d slipped inside under the guise of being the new maid, and I spent the afternoon watching your wife. She’s such a fat and sloppy pig, we both know why you hate her. She refuses to give you a blowjob, ignores all your romantic gestures, and won’t go the extra mile for you.
I went the extra mile for you baby. I wrote a love note on those pristine white walls in fifty shades of her blood. I hope you can read cursive. How did I kill her? Fucking slowly. Know I took her eyes and her tongue before I ever even got close to snuffing her out. A quick death is better than a nagging sow like her deserved. I made a new hole in her belly for you to fuck, but since you were away fucking your secretary she got cold.
It’s a good thing I have a hot hole for you right between my legs. Take her blood and use it as lube; fuck me in my asshole. I want to stare into her cold, dead face as you take me from behind and fill me with some thank you spunk. I’ll squat over her and shit it all out into her gaping maw. One last meal for a fat fucking pig. Then, it’s off to the butcher’s.