Psycho Inside: Chapter 3

I lost my soul deep inside.

‚ÄčThe nightmare is the daily routine that is life itself. You don’t have to work to find your inner demons they simply find you. You are the prey left in the dark and you can’t use it to hide.
Tonight Clair is wearing a tight mini skirt and red blouse that reveals more of her than I want to see and isn’t office appropriate.
“Clair, Don’t wear that outfit again.” 
“Why? You don’t like it?” She asks completely dumbfounded as if she expected to like her sex appeal and of course my male instincts tell me to stare at her glistening cleavage but my false morality and respect for office ethics makes me want to fire the dumb fucking useless cunt and hire anyone better like I don’t know… Any man ever?
“Clair you work for Montgomery and Wilder incorporated and if you want to continue to work here you will dress office appropriate and with a decent amount of respect for yourself and your co-workers. Do you understand?” I say firmly as I think about cutting her breasts off and nailing them to my office wall. They’d be just as useless as they are now.
In that moment and just as I achieve an erection under my desk I see Mandy and Vanessa walking down the hall together and I pick up my telephone to act as though I’m talking to Carter.
“Carter? It’s Michael from 214. Have you filed the Williams 1984 report? It’s very important I receive clearance from up top before I continue with their file. Yes, yes. Of course, you did.”
“Look who I found wandering the halls Mr. Matthews. ” Mandy smiles and bites her lip a little. 
She’s an ignorant bitch that I love more than anything and looking at her beautifully full lips makes my erection continue to pulse.
“I brought you lunch, sweetheart!” sweetheart, an ignorant pet name Vanessa says as if I’m supposed to be excited. She knows I go to Rosetta for lunch daily and I look forward to it. If you can consider a three A.M break lunch and the only place you can go within convenient distance at that time something to look forward to.  It has become my routine and I’m a man of routine.
Vanessa hands me some sort of lasagna that doesn’t resemble something I would normally eat. It’s not a human afterall. I suppose there’s no human in it but the beef does look suspicious. It could be possible someone fell into the grinder.
“Do you have tonights statistics report, Clair?” I ask completely ignoring the two hard bodies I’m fucking right in front of me. The awkward moment where I begin to ponder if they’ve ever discussed anything about me.
“I can fax you a new copy right away, Michael.” Clair says as she pretends to be remotely professional for a moment.
Mandy walks away as Vanessa trots back and forth in front of my desk demanding attention like a broken puppy.
“Michael, why are you dressed like that?” she asks staring at my attire.
Today I’m wearing a black suit and tie with a white undershirt I purchased at ugh… Sears for a little under two hundred dollars. I’ve decided to cheapen my clothing purchases as my wardrobe has been depleting due to my new murderous habit.
I want to stab her in each eye with a pencil and watch her blindly stumble into things while screaming and holding what used to be her eyes.
“Because I simply do not care.” I say in a lighthearted voice as if she is the broken puppy I’m imaging her as. A puppy I’ve stabbed in the eyes with a pencil. I may have to do this if I find a stray on my walk home. The idea is continuing the pulse in my erection.
You might think of me as a sick and disturbed individual but the truth is I am your friend, neighbors, co-worker. I am your family. I am the young lady working underpaid as a cashier at the grocery store only one irate customer or bitchy bossy statement away from shooting every person in the store before killing herself. I am what you do not tell your psychiatrist about.
You don’t know you know me but you do. You walk by me every single day or at least the idea of me and yes, you should be scared because at any given time or with one uncertain wrong move anyone could become me. Remember to hand me some gum, praise me or simply be kind because when I do go postal at the office it may save you from having your brains splattered across your cubical and if a stray shot does hit you I may feel remorse or sympathy and blow your head off.
Vanessa was talking about something, quite possibly kittens or abortions; It could range really. I do not care and I nod my head in agreement.
“.. So you will come to John’s Halloween party? Good. I’m so excited.” Vanessa says as I snap back to realty.
“John who?”
“Carter, silly! He’s having a Halloween party on devil’s night because Halloween falls on a Sunday this year! We have to go!”
I nod yes. I know Vanessa is fucking John Carter and I imagine her riding his over weight belly unable to see his own penis as she rocks her hips back and forth. I know they’re fucking but I have no evidence. No source of proof ; I just simply know.
Devil’s night has intrigued me since childhood. I’ve always wanted to go on a murderous rampage or become a pyromaniac to burn down apartment buildings and watch my body count rise on the evening news but fire doesn’t intrigue me and now I have a passion to watch the pigment change in my victims eyes.
I am the beast.
“I don’t want to eat this lasagna. I want to eat at Rosetta’s. I want to have a cigarette.” I say in a more stern voice than I’ve ever used. Fuck this lasagna it is probably full of arsenic. Vanessa has instincts like any woman. She has to know I’m leaving her by now.
“Well, that’s fine. Can I come with you?” she asks in a tone that suggests she’s lying to me and it is certainly not fine. I’m intrigued by her willingness to come with me but I also want to see what would happen to her skull in trash compactor for being a liar.
“I want to eat alone!” I say as a tear comes to her eye and she walks away. 

What a useless cunt. Go sit on John Carter’s obviously small dick as it’s certainly not keeping you happy.
I need a cigarette.

Psycho Inside: Chapter 2

I’ve been taken out of Heaven.

Cali is a beautiful little vixen taken out of Heaven and thrust into hell. Earth. She’s much too precious for the life she leads. 18 years old and still a hard body, perky little tits and an ass that could bring any mortal man to his knees. Her short blonde hair reminds her of the sunshine she will never see again.
Cali is my unattainable little lust and the one that got away. She’s my favorite cousin. I did this to her. I cast her to damnation and now she lives among men with me for eternity.
When I wake I walk to her room and stare down over her. She wouldn’t let me sniff her panties let alone fuck her. I should cut off her head and thrust my penis in her throathole but I need her. She is my passion and has been for a very long time. I want to treat her like a blow up doll I will throw away when I finish but instead I treat her as family.
While she sleeps I smell her hair and gently slide my hand over her pale, white spine. I lust for you; filthy fucking whore. Cali works as a stripper on McGovernor boulevard and men throw her their childrens college tuition money in single dollar bills by the fistful to her immortal little mudflaps. She’s a disgusting whore and always has been and if it wasn’t for her rejection of my advances I don’t think I would be intrigued at all.
I walk out of her room and smile. I am the beast. “I am the beast!” I say to myself with a large grin on my face. To hell with mortal man. To hell with Clair, Vanessa. To hell with Cali and most importantly to hell with Carter.
Tonight Amanda Akins will leave her mortal life and I ask of you to please give a moment of silence.
I’ve noticed Amanda working down the street from my office at a 24 hour coffee shop. She reminds me of cousin Cali. She has short blonde hair; a bob of sorts and a little body but maybe not quite as firm as Calis form but still… She is a good resemblance to the precious little princess.
Amanda is a Daughter, Mother,  and friend to all of her regular customers and she will surely be missed by the community but a beast has got to do what a beast has got to do and I’ve got to shove my hand so far up her orfices it comes out the little cunts mouth.
I see her standing conveniently in the alley smoking behind Country Home Coffee and approach her casually.
“Hey hon, do you have an extra cigarette by chance? I left mine at home.” I say to her nonchalantly.
“Sorry, cigarette packs don’t come with extras babe.” she laughs and in that moment I punch her in the throat. Pompous cunt.
She turns blue and begins to cough. I laugh and kick her in the face as she leans forward trying to catch her breath. She didn’t see it coming and now that she’s unconcious she won’t see me cumming. I run my fingers through her soft, silky, blood stained blonde hair and bite into her throat with one quick chomping motion.
Her life essence and even her smell remind me of Cali. I am in love with this dying woman and I just met her. How precious. I unbutton my pants and start to stroke myself over top of her while tugging her denim blue jeans over her wideset hips when suddenly someone starts to walk towards us. I remain quiet; spooked but quiet as they yell out for Amanda as she’s now late from her break.
Thankfully they don’t travel into the dark abyss that is the alley but I’ve lost my erection and my mood. I stand up and look over Amandas nearly lifeless body before stomping on her fucking face. Thanks for nothing you waste of skin! I hope your children enjoy being raised in a foster home!

What a waste of precious time that bitch was and now my Armani exchange loafers are covered in this little whores blood.
I’ll be late for work but I must return to the house to change my outfit. I can’t go to the office looking like this. I simply can’t.
When I get home Cali has already left for her night of… “Work”. Work being taking off your own clothes as if you’re the worst magician in the world and have no tricks and are not a magician at all because you’re a worthless stripper and if your family was still with us they’d be so ashamed they would disown your pathetic, slutty self and you’d have no family anyways. That’s what shes decided to become; a whore. 
I’m quick to change my suit and I stand infront of the mirror admiring myself for a moment. I am gorgeous. I am a God among men. I am going to kill Carter with a rake and run his worthless face over with a lawnmower to spare his family the task of looking at his lying face again during an open casket funeral. I am a beautiful, beastly being and I deserve the best in life. I am a beautiful, beastly being and I deserve a cigarettee.
I light a cigarette and enhale smoke as if I’m Godlike. I am Godlike. I am the push that makes you move and I hate the entire human race. I would love to tear my eyes out of my head and never gaze upon this pathetic world again.
Have you ever confused a dream with reality or reality with a dream? Sometimes I’m not sure if I’m alive and dreaming or dead and remembering and to be completely frank with you I simply do not give a damn. I will have Cali. Whether she chooses to believe it or not she is my … Ugh… Soul mate.

Steve tells us about writing Psycho Inside.

Writing this book was one of the most challenging thing’s I’d ever done.

I had just received another rejection letter from a publishing company that will rename nameless but just for this interview lets call it All-Of-Them.

I started writing on my typewriter and from the beginning I wanted to aim small. This was going to be my first full story written using the typewriter. I had to learn basic things and memorize them such as how to make certain punctuation marks which meant writing this book was one of the most challenging things I’d ever done.

Psycho Inside really scared me.

I let my mom and friends beta read all of my material to see what they think but showing anyone I knew Psycho Inside really scared me. It wasn’t like my other writing. Psycho Inside is the first piece of literature I’ve written I couldn’t at least try to file under teen fiction.

Psycho Inside will be published soon.

I’m not going to bother sending Psycho Inside to publishing companies. I’ll be self publishing with Google play books and Amazon. I am currently having a contest to design a cover and once that’s completed at the end of July I will be ready to publish the book pending how long it takes my editing team to finish editing the book but Psycho Inside will be published soon.

Read Psycho Inside here.