Reminds me of the time I sneaked into my Aunt's room in the dead of night and had my way with her. She just slept through the whole ordeal. Well, makes it easy for me.
But then... I remembered.. I remembered something grim..
I remembered three years prior, I sneaked into her room and tried to rape her. She struggled and told me to stop. I payed no heed to her. As I was about to violate her, she tried to scream. I quickly muffled and strangled her to get her to stop. But it was too much. After a minute or so, her body went limp. I was only trying to make her shut up. I never meant to..dear God..
I carried her corpse outside. It was 20 minutes past one and the rain poured hard. With a shovel in hand, I buried her in our garden. The flowers bloomed beautifully the next month. One of them, a rose, had this powerful blood red tint to it. I plucked it and placed it on her make-shift grave.
Any ways, if my aunt was dead and buried, who was I ...who..what.. I reeled back. Shaking, I turned on the lights and there it was, my aunt's lifeless body, all rotten and infested with maggots.
She held with both her hands, a blood red rose.
That's what I tell everyone in prison anyways. Turns out, I actually sneaked into my Uncle's room by accident.