Killer Sins

Look at you! Just LOOK AT YOU! Your pretentious ways, your smirk and stance. You think everything is your little dance, and everyone is on the palm of your hand. Wrapped around your pretty little disgusting finger. But what you don't know, what you forget... is that sometimes you might do something you might regret. You crossed my path little ladybug, all tall and smug.

Now I trace your steps, map your journey, and one day you will be history. That day... the day you probably took not a second thought to, that you just dismissed as you did me, well who gets the last laugh? We shall see...

You wake up at 4 every Sunday for Church, getting all dolled up to disguise your filth.

Before the service, you meet a married man, his wife is always passing the donation basket... what a wicked man.

Monday to Tuesday you awake at 6, you take the same route predictable Bitch.

Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, a different man visits your room. All these men are married too, it seems married men suit you.

Saturday you sleep till late, you like to eat your pomegranate.

The walks in the park, the trip to the gym, I have it all recorded on film.

The 1st Meet

When we met, did you see anything in my eyes? In yours I saw something I despise, which in turn will lead to your demise!

Tick tock as your shoes click clack on the floor, at this point the tick tock of a clock running out for you, nothing more.

When I served you your coffee with a smile, and spilled it on your high tech phone, you slurred all your hatred towards me, couldn't even accept when I said I'm sorry. Best way to test a decent person, to see their response to an apology, in your case you have failed miserably. As you hurled your insults to me, did you think I'd cower and cry desperately?

You threatened to sue if the manager didn't fire me, and I pleaded "please I've only worked here a day, have so many bills to pay"... your pretentious smile as the manager turned me away, took my badge and rewarded your sly way. Little did you know little ladybug, what the real reason was, for the coffee to fly from that mug...

A Bit About Me

I've always had this deep dark side of me. Too scared to unleash it onto the world, too afraid I'd not be able to get it back into the forbidden box of Pandora, where all the evils of this earth live.

The exemplary person, living to the proper standards mostly lost in today's society. I am very well mannered and believe in what is fair, my biggest pet hate is deceit, lies, betrayal, and top off all the loss of common decency in my species. And you see when you came into my life it sort of triggered a switch.

A padlock that locked that box, suddenly broke and was lost, the box began to creep open by an invisible breeze of putrid stench that was you, you've unleashed my monster!

I have always done what's right, always advocated not to do any wrong, people make mistakes... forgive and move on... but now I can't just move along. How did you kill this kind honest person I lived with for so long, suddenly I have gone from and angel to a daemon with many horns.

A hard worker, I'd never lie, always at the bottom cause I could never be sly, but you could every single fucking time, maybe society has finally contaminated me with its slime.

I have had secret desire of vengeance and torture, I will not deny this fact, but I've always thrown it all back into the box, denied the thirst of my many daemons, smiled at the ones that beat me drown, forced to always wear my frown upside down, I was considered the sweetest person around. But guess what ladybird, sometimes sweet things turn sour and you are no longer part of my happy hour.

Behind Closed Doors

Following you in and out for weeks that turned to months, you now have a husband of your own, 1 little girl and 1 little boy, the twins you barely look at, too busy on your apps, with your work and on your phone, let the childminder do it all alone. Aren't I so lucky that you pay no attention to those you look down on, you would't even know the person that looks after your children is the one you should have your eye on?

The husband you've clearly no love for, only wed for some secret intention, his father in a position to offer you a good promotion, sad really as he stays with you even though he now knows it, found out when he caught you in bed with another, as the children were in another room in their slumber, to decent to leave you as you blackmailed him, using his own kids as building sticks to your plan, throwing in the full custody if you break up plan.

I know it all, he didn't want to cheat on you with the childminder, he needed her to know the truth, that he couldn't leave even though he wanted to.

Using your children as a weapon against the only parent that pays them any attention, he reads them a bed time story every night, tucks them in tight... you do know a mother isn't about blood, it's about who raises them, right?

A fitting couple they form away from all your twisted unfounded hate towards the world, when it does not bow to your feet, I must say the only exception I'd make to justifying cheating that I'd make.

Whilst you are busy fucking in the gym's toilet with your personal trainer, or sleeping with the now divorcee Sunday before church.

I am plotting my way to get you hurt.

Twisting A Dirty Towel

To the world you have a perfect life, perfect mother and perfect innocent wife, but the reality could cut them all like a knife. It's time to bring your dirty laundry to the light, let's twist that towel and see what it feels like.

I've sent pictures to all your lovers with a personal touch, saying it's from you with a note to say, you will publish them all if they don't pay, guess who won't be getting any more loving their way. All the photos I got of you being smutty will play real nice in this blackmail lottery, but what I might have forgotten to mention is I made sure they weren't the ones to see them, the wives would certainly be at home alone when the messenger brought the letters you forgot to seal, oops it seems shit is about to get real, the divorcee was an exception with no wife to get his attention, the parishioners had a bit of a shock when the photos were stuck all over the prayer room of you and her getting lucky on the prayers benches, and I was there to see it too.

Plus how did it feel when your work got in touch, after you sent that message from you phone, you know, the one you accidentally sent on how you hate your kids and speaking shit about your work, that also described all the things you did... like fraud and stealing from the petty cash to then blame the temp worker instead... You didn't? Oh, my bad, I must have gotten into your email and written it then pressed send, sorry ladybird. Maybe you shouldn't have fired the innocent temp you just gave me more weapons instead, next part of my plan is to see you D E A Dead!

As Things Fall Apart

So now your lovers want nothing to do with you, and your work cares nothing about doing you any favors, has given you immediate dismissal, you find yourself on the edge, the things you wrote backfired and your husband is the only one to help you no longer cares, your fault for treating him like shit.

Everyone can see you public humiliation after a few articles were leaked onto Facebook, the photos found in a church, what a scandal, the confession of fraud, no charges brought, makes it hard to get a job.

Broken and distraught all you do is blame the world, shout at your children if they make a sound, blame your husband for being worthless, throw things at the childminder because she can't work this weekend, you've become a big hot mess.

Setting The Trap

Your husband is out at a conference, your children at the grandparents', you get a text message to meet one of your lovers in your secret holiday nest.

A glimpse of hope in your little head, anything for attention, pretend to be a ladybird but you're a pest.

In this secluded place you get, within the forest a beautiful place.

The candles and rose petals lead you ahead to a note that read "Have a glass of wine my Ladybird," you follow the notes a fancy iced bottle awaits already poured a deep glass of red, another note that says "Get yourself to bed," you follow the trail to the bedroom another note says, he'll meet you in 5 minutes.

You drink the wine feeling pretty smug, that you can still get a man no matter what, things seem to be looking up.

Suddenly you feel a little strange you can't seem to feel your body, you feel locked in your brain.

Hello ladybird I say as you look at me in dismay.

"YOU!" you slur. "What's happening? Why are you here?" you struggle to ask, barely able to move.

So I pull a chair, and sit and stare, "Well..." I say as I smile and thinking who's smug now.

The Backstory

I start to tell her a little story, only it's not story it pure reality.

On how there once was a married man, married to a woman that did all she could and still got cheated on.

Remember the husband now divorced, and his wife that passed the donation basket it church? Well maybe she wasn't all that innocent, after she arrived early that morning to help her husband set up, he always liked to go in first, and now she knew why, he was with that slut, so she snuck in every morning, so she could see what was happening, after a few weeks she filed for a divorce, left the community and abandoned the church.

She got a job at a coffee shop when she new ladybird would visit, and purposely coffee was spilled, a test of what fate the bug would deserve.

Then watching as the bug got pregnant, and leaving little childminding card innuendos, and bumping into ladybug and handing her business card, stating that she's usually booked but that she'd just have a family that moved.

I guess when you have a hidden darkness all this becomes easy to perfect, you might wonder how she didn't recognize the lovers wife, or should I say me, it's because she never stayed long enough to meet, not remember the girl in the coffee-shop you might ask, people like that don't worry to much about looking at people they find beneath them, and a bit of hair an make-up also added an extra touch.

So I confessed to who I am, don't worry I made sure I screwed over my husband. See normally I wouldn't blame the lover I'd blame the one betrothed, however in this case I did my homework and found someone that has no worthy to be on this earth.

Bugskiller

So now that you know the backstory how about I finish what I've started? I've already messed up your perfect little image, with sex, fraud and deceit, your end I think makes it even more fitting.

A very strong shot of heroine right into that ladybird tattoo of yours, a perfect ending to my story.

"But I don't do drugs." You said trying to move off the bed. As explained that I didn't care, and how I just want to make you look like you went in way over your head, mess up the perfect image I saw you create, as you drugged peoples minds with your venomous ways.

I thought it through, got the angle to make sure it looked like you did it by sitting you up against me, your sedatives getting stronger now, a warmth rising within me as I sighed in relief as I pushed the drugs through your veins.

As your life slipped away I cleared all traces of my stay.

B

As I put the last few years in my secret box, deep within my soul, managing to somehow control the daemons that I'd unleashed, I return on Monday to the news of ladybird having gone missing. A few weeks later they find her dead, only a story for page 10 for a day, how sad would she be that she didn't make a big splash with her death.

I'll love these children as they were my own, as I said a mother isn't blood bound. Your husband is well taken care of, soon to be my own.

Did you hear about my ex, they found he'd hung himself and was now dead, appears to have been shun after the scandal, the shame was too much to handle, that rope was sure easy to do, who would have thought there'd be videos on youtube on how to build a noose, I did say I blame the betrothed.

Always easier to lock a box when you have a key to the lock.