He smashed her skull open with a hammer. The crunching sound that it made sent shimmers up and down his spine. Her head had been completely disfigured, no longer the beautiful face it had been. Blood was everywhere, the smell that filled the room was wonderful. He sucked his fingers, taking in the sweet taste of her fragrant blood. He sat on top of her limp body. He pulled out his knife and hacked a gash into her chest. He slashed in deeper and deeper until he hit the breast bone. He ripped at her flesh and felt through the mush of muscle, fat and blood. He squished his fingers in it like a child would do in mud. He smoothed his hands up and down her body cavity as a masseuse would a client.
He stood up and went into the kitchen to find a butcher knife. When he found what he was looking for he headed back to the living room where the body of his late beloved wife laid. He hacked away at her limbs, removing each in a messy, ghastly way. He laughed out loud. He swung the butcher's knife over his head, came down hard on her neck. It took four heavy swings to completely remove her head. Blood still gushed from the great wounds. It no longer pumped out as before, but it still came out pouring.
He went back into the kitchen, slipping and sliding on the tile floor, the blood sticky and slippery under his bare feet. He took out a few garbage bags and went back into the room. He placed each body organ in its own bag, each limb in its own bag as well. He piled the bags in a corner near the front door. He stripped naked and ran back into the living room and slid into the bloody mess like a child enjoying his new ‘Slip and Slide' backyard summer water game. He gushed into the blood, covering his entire body. He came to the spot where he had given the first blow to his gals head. The chards of bone from her skull were jagged and cut through his rough hands. He clenched his fist and growled out an obscenity. Blood trickled down his arm, his and hers mingled together.
He heard footsteps in the hallway outside the apartment. As the door opened a wondrous grin came across his face as he let his gaze fall upon the face of their five year old son. He turned on his back, gave out the loudest, devilish laugh and kicked his legs in the air. He picked up the butchers knife and slammed it into his chest. The blood came up out of his mouth in gushes, as he spat it out towards heaven his green eyes stared at the ceiling, his last view on the world of the living, a horrific image of Satan dripping down onto his face...his own blood. All went red and then pitch black. The sound of a silver scream left sounding in his ears for eternal time. The brain cannot block that poisonous sound.