I want to tie her down and slit her throat,
Then when I do it watch her scream and cry for help
all while trying to stop the blood.

"Your not gonna make it. So you might as well take what came."
She looks t me and shoots me the bird she has managed to keep a towel around the cut applying pressure.
"Sorry, you may be my step-mom but that can still be considered ******."
I have the look of destruction, tasting and smelling blood, then my Vision goes red and I'm gone.

I walk up to her slowly and with a psychotic grin.
I lean down close and whisper in her hear,
"Is ****** an option?" then cut the towel and slice her throat once more, this time cutting the artery hard and deep.

I guess ****** was an option.