Killer Husband

Transcript

Honey, I'm home. Hang on. Yeah, I'm just back from my little excursion.

It was fun. I mean. ..

The ending part was. .. very, very good.

As usual. Oh, what's with the look on your face? What? It's me, my love.

It's always been me. Why do you look at me like you're. ..

Ah, that's great. I guess you finally realize that, huh? I mean.

.. The look of terror on your face is delicious. What? I think I told you I was a killer, my love.

That I wasn't like every other man. Oh, no, no, no. I didn't mean just in bed or in personality.

No, I'm a killer outright. I'm an outright fucking dastardly bastard. A man who kills others for the delight of it.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm not going to hurt you. Never.

You see, I thought killing would bring me the most joy. And that's until I met you. Until you, out of every person that I've ever met, has made me feel love.

Which is very unique. In all honesty, I say I love that feeling. But I couldn't tell you that.

.. Well, no, I'm lying about that. I told you.

I told you that I'm a killer. And that people really, really fantasize about me as that killer. That they hear on the TV.

And that he sounds a lot like me. My build, their hair, eyes. But they never got a good look at his face face.

Like his lips. The shape of it. All they saw was glimpses behind the mask.

What they were allowed to see. No, no, no, no, no, no. Shh, don't cry.

Don't cry. Believe me. I love you.

And I won't do any harm to you. I never would do that. Oh, no, no, no, no.

It's too late for that. You can't run, nor can you hide. See, my family, your family, knows me.

They know who I am. My relationship with everyone. And if you were to tell them.

If you were to spill a single thing to them. Well, I'll have to kill them. I love your face.

So scared. So aroused. You may not want to admit it.

But you are aroused by the idea of me being a killer, aren't you? To be a mass murderer. Never caught.

Never found. Never seen. Other than what they allowed people to see.

Well, you may not want to admit it. But I can see it. Oh, really? Your pussy says something else.

Oh, look at you. No, no, no, there's no need to cry. Because I can see it on your face that you love it, don't you? My love.

Your body says it all. You're one of those people that likes killers, don't they? Well, you have one right here.

A killer. Oh, I'm not evil, no, no, no, no. I don't kill to kill.

I have rules. Well, one of them was, well, if they're married, I won't kill them. If they're with certain people, I won't kill them.

Now, if they're a dirtbag, someone who needs to be called from society, well, I'm your guy. Dirtbags, deadbeats, assholes that don't know any better, and those who do not feel remorse for killing. I take pleasure in torturing those who seek to do harm unto others.

Because when their faces are so weak, so broken from me, torturing them, breaking their will, losing their will to live is something so pleasurable that I cannot imagine anything different. Killers are so simple, normal ones at least. Killing the innocent for one.

When I can break those who've done so much wrong, and them never knowing why. Their faces always wondering. Their faces always curious.

Oh, my dear. The ones that were innocent, I'm sorry to say that, well, they found out too late. They were unrepairable after what I've done to them.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Shh, shh, shh, shh. I looked into you.

All the things you said you've done, all the things that people have said you've done to me, I looked them through over and over again. And they were all baseless rumors. Rumors that were never true.

There's no need for you to be afraid. Am I a killer of justice? No.

Sometimes I have to get my hands dirty and kill those who are innocent to get to those who aren't. I'm not innocent, by far. But you, I don't know about you, you are brighter than a star.

So sinful, but yet beautiful at the same time. I don't get it. I don't understand you.

But I'm infatuated with you. And I can never think of hurting you. And even when dared to do it, well, let's say, they'll know the name K.H.

Killer Husband. K.H. stands for Killer Husband.

Did you not know that? Well, most people think it's for, I don't know, stupid things. I don't know.

Killers. Killer house. I don't know.

It's weird. A lot of them think, because it's K.H. , it might be something else, but I'm like, no.

No, no, no, no. It's simple. But that's the thing.

They never found me because it was simple. So, my love, I won't hurt you. But you like the idea of that, don't you? The thought of me hurting you.

Torturing you, maybe. Look at you. You are just practically dripping.

Especially all over my fingers. There's no need to lie to me. My love.

Be honest with yourself. Do you find that your husband a murderer attractive? Do you enjoy it? Especially when I wear that mask.

The skull mask with the wolf on it. The mask that, well, disguises me. Especially with the ears and the horns.

The eyes that can pierce darkness. The eyes that can see into the dark. Hmm.

I know you can't hide it for long. So why don't you let me take care of you? Like a husband should.

Good girl. That's my girl. You like being told what to do, don't you? I've known you always have, but.

.. This is a new side of love for you. On your knees, having your ass up for me.

My, my, my. You really must love that, don't you? Knowing what I am fully now.

But I still have some work to be done. But for now, let's have a little fun. Why don't we? Now, make sure to take it nice and good.

I'll enjoy it more than just seeing your face. Twisting pleasure. After all that overreaction.

You're a good girl, and I know you always have been. But this body of yours, this face, this. ..

These kinks you have are so sinful. So unjust, but yet you are. ..

So happy, so sweet and kind. So beautiful and so fucking sinful. That I do not know why, but I'm just so fucking attracted to you.

That you make me want to lose control. Oh, don't worry. I'm.

.. I'm happy. So much more happy, actually.

I'm happier than anyone could be. But. ..

It's time to breed you. By coming inside you. So, why don't I make us breakfast? And then I can breed you some more later.

Once you've rested. Okay? Goodnight.

I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready. My love. My.

.. Love. My.

.. Well, you'll know soon enough.