Her StoryBox

Trigger warning- Gore, Blood, torture and everything is fictional, inspired **Tring Tring Picks up "Have you lost it Helza?" "Did you like my surprise?" "NO AND I AM NEVER GOING BACK THERE" "Oh Darling West, you will be there in less than um *checks watch* 3 hours and 47 minutes." "Ughhhh, never." "Do you or do you not comply? *hisses*" "I comply ughhh" *hangs up To be honest, I don't blame Harold. To those who do not know him, he is hell of a lad. 5'11, bulky, young and handsome. No, I do not flirt with kids even though he is very very hot and smart too. Just 18 and knows a thing or two about bodies. Sorry Dead Bodies.  I met Harold West when he was just 16, trying to steal my wallet while I had my croissant. Normally, I would have gouged his eyes out. What? taking my wallet is not the deal, disturbing my croissant time?? Hell yeah someone's dying.  Croissant time is like a favour to the world. Atleast I...

02 Aug  2023 Dear Diary, Have you ever wanted to crush a baby? throw one? No? what kind of liars are reading my blog? Come on not even once?? Like you are telling me you all see babies and don't feel the need to crush them? What is wrong with you? Argh babies Peasants. We all   Most of us have had these intrusive thoughts. On the edge of a cliff? Wanna jump? Not really but would feel good to jump. The difference between good or bad (in your language) is how we act upon our intrusive thoughts. You will never throw a baby. Will you?  I will without a second thought. I might even crush it. Not because I hate babies (ok maybe that too), primarily because that is what that voice wants. I love hearing her. Her raspy whisper soothes my soul. Her repeated whispers really love control.  She is a goddess to be honest.  She always has the best advice on literally everything. Hypothetically, she could have told me how to carve out his heart. How to enjoy his screams. ...

  29 Jul 2023 Dear Diary, Yesterday was the best funeral I have ever been to. It really did put the 'fun' in the funeral.  "Oh, the chaos and the cries,  a freaking feast to my eyes." (sings)   First kidnapping a guy, torturing him and ultimately letting him die... my favorite sport did not end here. I went to the funeral! The wife knew I killed him, she kept blaming me but who would believe her? I was just a 23 year old 60kg pale looking 'maiden'. Me? manhandling and killing a 6'2ft guy?  Weak. Too weak. Ain't I? Anyway, her angry screams were music to my ears. I love what I do-putting people to their places. Afterall, he did find his appropriate place- 6 feet under! Haha. I will tell you more later. bye Yours hauntingly Helza Later that day... Hey there, can you help me maintain a list? Here, please keep noting it while I babble because I have the memory of a goldfish.  My grocery list My hair appointments My room (yours too) My dashboard of to-do li...