Super Trick or Treat System

She didn't answer, he seemed tired of pretending to be intimate. He stood up and walked to the window. "I think the best for you is-"

He stood under the light: a dark room, through the window that blocked the view of the cherry trees on the lawn. She stared at his broad shoulders, narrow parts. The figure of a good man, like Ben should have called him. He has no children. To reshape the world, a body like that. If it is not this world, then you must change your mind. "I think the best for you is-"

What does his hips and shoulders know? He was really a man and couldn't understand everything about her. "I think the best thing for you is a tranquilizer-"

Now her eyes are on his waist.

"-And a vacation."

Now her thoughts were focused on the body under the veneer of the clothes. Elastic muscles, bones and blood under the skin. She described it from all aspects, adjusted its size, judged its resistance, and then closed it. She thought: Be a woman.

In short, when she thought this absurd idea began to form. Unfortunately, this is not a fairy tale transformation, his flesh resisted this magic. She let his masculine chest become her own, and then began to swell the most until the skin broke and his breastbone separated.

His pelvis was teased to a breaking point and fractured in the center of the pelvis. He was unbalanced and fell on the table, staring at her from there, his face turned yellow and shocked. He licked his lips over and over again, looking for some wet topics. His mouth is dry: his words are not yet born. The voice came from between his legs. His blood splattered; the hum of his intestines on the carpet.

She yelled at the absurd monster she had made, and then retreated to the corner of the room, where she fell ill in a flower pot in a rubber factory.

She thought, my goodness, this can't be murder. I did not touch him.

What Jacqueline did that afternoon, she kept keeping herself. To give people sleepless nights, thinking about such a peculiar talent is meaningless.

The police are fine. They offered many explanations for the doctor's sudden departure, although none of the descriptions could explain how his chest exploded in such an extraordinary way, which gave his chest muscles two handsome if hairy domes.

It is speculated that some insanity, insane psychopaths forcefully broke in, did things with their hands, hammers and saws, and then withdrew, locking the innocent Jacqueline Ess in shocking silence without any hope of interrogation. penetration.

One or more unidentified people clearly sent a doctor to a place where sedatives or treatment could not help him. She almost forgot for a while. But as time passed, it gradually returned to her, like a memory of secret adultery. It made fun of her with forbidden joy. She forgot about the nausea and thought of strength. She forgot to be awake, she forgot about strength. She forgot the guilt that caught her later, and longed to do it again.

Only better.

"Jacqueline."

She thought, this is my husband, does he actually call me by name? Usually Jackie, or Jack, or nothing. "Jacqueline."

He looked at his huge baby Bruce, like the college boy she fell in love with at first sight. But now his mouth is harder, and his kiss tastes like stale bread.

"Jacqueline."

"Yes."

"I want to talk to you about something."

A conversation? She thought it must be a public holiday.

"I don't know how to tell you."

"Try it," she suggested.

She knew that if she liked her, she could think his tongue could speak. Let him tell her what she wants to hear. If she can remember love, it might be love. But what use is this? The truth is better. "My dear, I'm a little off track."

"What do you mean?" she said.

She missed you, you bastard.

"That's when you don't belong completely to yourself. You know, when things more or less stop between us. Separate rooms...you want separate rooms...and I just went to Banana in frustration. I don't want to It makes you unhappy, so I didn’t say anything. But it’s no use trying to live two lives."

"You can have an affair if you want, Ben."

"This is not an affair, Jackie. I love her-"

He was preparing one of his speeches, and she could see that it had built up momentum behind his teeth. As a reason for accusations, those excuses always turned into an attack on her character. Once he goes all out, it won't stop him. She didn't want to listen.

"-She doesn't like you at all, Jackie. Her way is frivolous. I think you would call her superficial." She thought, before he was helpless, she could interrupt here.

"She doesn't like you. You know, she is just a normal woman. I am not saying you are abnormal: you cannot help yourself with depression. But she is not that sensitive."

"No need, Ben-"

"No, damn, I'm going to drop everything off my chest."

She thought about it.

"You never let me explain." He said. "You always give me one of your hateful looks, as if you wish I would-"

dead.

"-I hope I shut up."

To shut up.

"You don't care how I feel!" he was shouting now. "Always in my own little world."

Shut up, she thought.

His mouth opened. She seemed to want it to close, thinking that his jaw snapped together and cut off the tip of his pink tongue. It fell from between his lips and remained in the folds of his shirt.

Shut up, she thought again.

His two perfect teeth bite into each other, ruptured, split, and the nerves, calcium and saliva formed a pink foam on his chin when his mouth collapsed inward.

Shut up, she was still thinking about his shocked baby depression sinking into his skull, nose wriggling to his brain.

He is no longer Ben, he is a man with a red lizard head, flattened, and tiptoed, thank God, he is done once and for all.

Now that she has the knack, she is beginning to be happy that she is willing to change him. She turned his head to the floor, and began to compress his arms and legs, shrinking the flesh and hard bones into a smaller and smaller space. His clothes were folded inward, his stomach tissue was pulled out of the neatly packed internal organs, and stretched around his body to wrap him. Now his fingers were poking out of his shoulder bones, his feet were still, angry, and tripped over his intestines. She turned around for the last time and pressed his spine into a foot-long stool, which was almost over. When she came out of ecstasy, she saw sitting on the floor, closing a space about the size of his suitcase, and the blood,

She thought, my goodness, this can't be my husband. He has never been as neat as he is now.

She did not wait for help this time. This time, she knew what she had done and even guessed how she did it, and she accepted her crime because it was too crude justice.

She packed up and left home.

I'm still alive, she thought. In my whole miserable life, I lived for the first time.

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