Nice job you überhorny, pathetic moron. Way to go with the whole dead, raw and cold thing.
Edward let out an exasperated sigh and ran his hand through his messy hair. He looked down at his latest victim. Cold, hard flesh on stone cold marble. The last breath of life long gone, no happy chatter anymore, no frantic, heated movements.
You should have known this before, Fuckward. You make the mess, you gotta clean it up.
He wasn't sure if he could do it, though. He had been eager, willing to perform the task ahead, he had promised he would make it amazing and unforgettable, yet now that he was standing in front of the whole mess he'd created, he just wished he had listened to his father.
Damn straight, listen to the old man next time! Or at least pay someone to do the dirty work!
It was simply too difficult, no matter how much he tried, Edward couldn't bring himself to take the knife and get working on the dead body in front of him. It was too much for him, not his bag of chips AT ALL. Just because all his brothers did it on a regular basis didn't mean he had to follow suit. "Just give it a try, Eddie, you will LUUUUUV the kick you get out of it," Emmett had said. "Fuck you big brother and your fucking advice," he muttered to himself.
Now don't go blaming your brother, loser, you were only thinking of all the boinking you'd get afterwards, and you damn well know it.
Yeah, the sex. Edward grinded his teeth together and tried not to think about it, but not succeeding in the least. He just couldn't wait any longer and he had hoped that tonight's ugly performance might just get him the ticket to some sweet'n'sticky heaven.
Yes, maam! Sweet, sticky, deep and tight! YES!
Edward tried to ignore his growing erection, a problem he had been having a lot lately. It was entirely her fault that he couldn't stop thinking about those lush thighs and those full lips. He looked down at his victim, but quickly shook his head afterwards.
"Fuck this, I'm ordering Chinese." Famous last words, with which Edward grabbed the duck on his marble kitchen counter and threw it into the garbage bin.
Dude, you won't be getting your freak on with that attitude!
"I know….dammit," Edward sighed, as he picked up the phone to order something to eat that didn't come raw.
Twenty minutes later, Edward was lying on his big, off-white sofa and zapping glumly through every one of his two hundred and fifty channels, while waiting for his Chinese food. He couldn't wrap his mind around any of the dull shows on TV. His thoughts wandered away to a beautiful body with long, sexy legs and big, blue eyes set in an absolutely stunning face. He felt his erection grow again.
"Damn it!" Edward cursed heavily and threw the remote control hard against the wall, where it broke in two. He was so mad. Mad at his brothers, mad at himself but above all, mad at her. Mad that she made him such a whiny, little sucker. He hated to be so emotionally fucked up. He hated her for that. He got up from the sofa, bristling with anger, to save his remote control, when he heard the doorbell.
"Finally!" he hissed and ran his hand through his messy brown hair. He still had his white, old high school team shirt on that he had chosen for his first cooking attempt. He loved this shirt, but it was washed-out and made him look dirty and messed up. But he didn't care about his outfit. He just wanted to have his Chinese food, damn it.
When he opened the door however, he instantly wished that he had cared more.