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(Title) Kill Everyone Zack

(Author) RachelTheFictionkin

(Date) Sunday, January 3rd, 2021

(Content Warning) Hybristophilia, Mental Instability, Physical Abuse, Sadism, Murder, Excessive & Gratuitous Violence, Knife Usage, Scythe Usage, Graphic Depictions of Blood & Gore

I knew they were intentionally keeping Zack locked away. I was at a library. I went up to the front desk and demanded to let Zack go, that I knew they were withholding him. Hesitant at first the librarian signaled to the police officers standing outside the door to enter. They rolled in a loaded cart with a giant human-sized cage across the floral carpet and past me. I could instantly see something curled up in the fetal position. A brown mass of fabric that looked to be a hooded jacket encasing the being within it. It was Zack! I told the officers to open the cage. They complied and when they unlocked it, Zack maneuvered out, expanding in size as he planted both of his black combat boots onto the floor.

I ran up to Zack as the officers tried to forewarn me to stay away. I bound my arms around him as I nuzzled my face against his blood stained hoodie. I squeezed on him tight, not wanting to let go.

Rachel: "Zack! My Zack..."

He cackled with an enormous grin as he stretched and plopped down on one of the chairs by a bookcase. He did not speak but made joyous laughter and expressive grunts; he could've been mute in this particular dream. The police stood behind him carefully observing his every movement. I went to Zack as I got down on my knees and rubbed on his legs gaining a sensual satisfaction of being this close to him. Dreams remained the one thing where we could be this close and palpable. He did not mind me stroking him and even smiled down at me, locking eyes with mine as we stared at one another. It was as if we spoke telepathically. My carnality for Zack was so uncontrollable, my brain screamed murder! I wanted Zack to let go and be the wild and unkempt self he truly is. I wanted him to slaughter everyone around him.

Zack's signature scythe appeared out of thin air by his side as I glided my hand upon the massive blade. I could feel the blood stains of those that it had slain encrusted along the edge. I smiled tenderly. I then spoke in a gentle voice, "Kill everyone Zack~"

He got up, scythe in hand as he chuckled, groaning and growling maliciously at the cops behind him. Them unable to react fast enough, Zack swung the blade slashing their bodies as if a knife through hot butter.

Zack: "Bwahahahaha!!!"

The weight of the weapon forbade them to retaliate. Thump! The officers bodies, fillet like fish, on the floor with exposed tissue and muscle fat. Dark, crimson blood gushed out from the massive wounds and stained the carpet. I watched as the bodies twitch and gasp for air in profound amazement. Witnesses scrambled around in fear rushing towards the exit door. Zack unequipped his scythe and wiped out a knife as he bolted towards the rustling crowd. They tried running away, but Zack snagged a woman by the hair and dragged her to the ground and locked her in place with his knee. She wept and struggled to release herself while screaming, "NO! NO! NO!"

Zack: "Ahahahaha! Ahhhh!"

Zack secured the knife to the woman's neck and began to saw vigorously through her flesh. Blood sputtered and shot out like a fountain. She gurgled and coughed as Zack laughed and wiped the bloody knife upon her face, twisting the tip into her nostril. It was like watching those graphic videos of thieves from Brazil being decapitated. I enjoyed it. I felt a shortness of breath and an agitation between my legs which made me clench my thighs together. I was hot with a sexual appetite admiring Zack's handiwork. Such an animal, with messy hair, shabby clothes and a hankering to murder.

By this time I woke up, but I can't help but think that Zack is still happily massacring all those people at the library.