Head home first

They say when you look for something you should always start the last place you saw it. You figure it might not be a bad idea for people either. You high tail it home. You cross your fingers and open the door. Your jaw drops at what you see.

Anne is there, completely covered in spattered blood. Nearly as shocking, is her outfit. She is dressed in tight black latex leggings and seven inch stiletto heels. She wears a front laced leather corset, which hangs open revealing her large perky breasts. Her hair is pulled back and slick. Heavy makeup gives her a sexy, sinister look.

Seeing the concern on your face, she smiles conspiratorially. "Don't worry Bill, it's not my blood."

"Whose...?" You manage to stammer.

"This priest I know. I told him he had to help me. I wasn't even lying." She giggles. "I just didn't tell him how he'd be helping me. It's so liberating. You should try it. Wanna go fuck?"

She sucks on her bloody finger. Her action is far more disturbing than sexy. You ignore her and head for the bedroom. You nearly puke seeing a body spread eagle on the bed. Everything is soaked with blood.

From behind you, you hear, "Isn't it pretty?"

You ignore her going through the drawer she keeps her jewelry. Far in back, tossed there carelessly you find Anne's filigree cross. You move to put it on her.

She slaps you across the face, her nails leaving a trail.

"Get that filthy thing away from me!"

You are at a loss for what to do, when you spot a roll of duct tape. You push her down and grab the tape. You take a few shots, but in minutes you have her tied up. She screams when you slip the cross on her and tries to wiggle out. You put a tee shirt in her mouth and duct tape that in place.

You wrap her in a garbage bag and haul her out to your car.

You sit in your car seat contemplating. You have a dead body in your bedroom and a blood spattered girlfriend tied up in your trunk. What the hell are you going to do?