he only had one foot now, and howling in pain, fell back into the chair.

"You need to be still now, Kimmy. The more you struggle, the more blood you'll lose, and I want this to last. I have a few years to pay you back for, and I want to savor every minute of the time we have left together, Baby." Laughing, It leaned over and gave him a blood covered kiss on the mouth. Gagging, Kim tried to wipe the horribly cold feel of her lips from his. He was beginning to go into shock and the tears kept coming. It looked at him closely, and decided the time was going quickly. It leaned down and without any effort at all, picked him up, and slung him over It's shoulder. It made It's way into the kitchen and put him down on the table. Kim was blubbering and tried to wriggle away from It. It put a hand on his shoulder, and he stopped trying to move.

It walked down to where his foot was, and Kim screamed as he saw a flash as the bloody blade slammed down onto his remaining leg. Now he had no feet. He could feel her tying a tourniquet onto the freshly cut stump and began to feel blackness steal over his mind. He could hear her humming a tune as she worked and in his weakening state, recognized the tune as the old Frank Sinatra song, "I Did It My Way."

It came up to his other side and pried his hand away from his injured arm and proceeded to chop off his other hand. Too mercifully for him, he, at last, slid into darkness.

It continued It's grisly work until all that was left of the former Professor Kim were pieces. The kitchen was covered in blood and so was It. It finally put the ax down and went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a roll of plastic wrap and a roll of aluminum foil. Calmly It began to wrap the pieces of It's tormentor into neat little packages. It went back into the den and got the foot and hand It had left there. After every horrible piece was wrapped, It began to carry them down to the basement and put them into the freezer. As the pale light of dawn began to peek over the horizon, It was finishing the last bit of cleaning up. Everything looked as normal as it had before, and then It looked down at Itself and realized It had a little more cleaning to do. Smiling, It made It's way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It shed the gore stained clothes and stepped inside.

Marie felt clean and refreshed as she stepped out of the shower. She gathered up the dirty clothes she had left on the floor, and threw them into the washing machine. She went into the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. She hummed quietly to herself as she worked. Some old tune by Frank Sinatra. She didn't notice a black shadow ooze over the kitchen floor and under the door and out into the back yard. She was looking at the sunrise and planning on getting a roast out of the freezer for dinner. Then she was going to see if the book club still existed and start her life all over again.

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