" I used to know a guy that only wanted to invite me to his place when I was on my period.
I didn't realize it at first. The conversation he started at the supermarket we first met, went very well. We walked aisle to aisle gisting, until we got everything we each came for.
He offered to take me home, but I politely declined. He didn't insist, so we just exchanged phone numbers. We spoke constantly on the phone for 3 weeks until the day I told him I was on my period. He immediately became invested in it. He insisted on coming to take me to his place so he'd take good care of me. I found it very sweet, but I declined. My hormones wanted isolation. He asked everyday till it was over, I kept declining. After then, we kept talking but he didn't talk about us seeing. I even suggested a date night, but he insisted on being too busy. When the red lady visited the following month, he was suddenly not "too busy" again. I, of course, declined. This pattern went on for four months and I finally decided to go and see that thing in his house that desperately needed the company of a woman on her period.
When I got there, there was something eerie about his house. I wasn't frightened, though. People like me don't scare easily. He had gotten period care supplies to make me comfortable. He offered me a cup of tea he said would calm the cramps. I drank it even though I was very sure I shouldn't have. Next thing, I woke up tied in a dark themed room. The clown had spiked the tea. Instead of protesting, I watched him carefully as he finished building the amateur satanic altar he started when I was knocked out. I was curious as to who his jazz man was, and I was tempted to shout "Collect your money", but that time was not for jokes. When he noticed I had woken up, he came closer to me.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked him, feigning fear. He didn't answer. "Let me guess, you want to have bloody sex with me, then kill me?"
I stopped pretending to be scared. He looked at me, confused. "You're so stupid for thinking this amateur altar can hurt me. And I thought you were a good man. I was actually beginning to like you, you idiot". The confusion on his face grew wider, but I wasn't going to give him time to put his thoughts together. So I began to incant and Mother joined us. The look on his face when she appeared made me chuckle. He hadn't seen real evil. He was just an amateur instructed by another amateur to carry out a ritual.
I had questions to ask him, I was curious. Mother, however, isn't as patient and inquisitive as I am. She slit his throat just as soon as she arrived, untied me, shot an angry look at me, and disappeared.
"Why did you kill him so soon? You never let me have fun". I yelled, and joined her.
I wonder who found his body." - @Kharacterr
