Chapter 57

HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER.

Jane's POV

I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. I hit his head over and over and over and over again, but never got satisfied. I laughed like a maniac, as I hit Bob's head over and over with the frypan. Blood was everywhere, his blood. On my hands, the floor, my dress, it was everywhere. 

A little bit of blood splattered on my face, and I stopped hitting his head, and threw the frypan on the floor and as it touched the floor, blood splashed on my naked body and even in my mouth. The frypan was already condemned, I couldn't use it again. 

What a waste!

I used the back of my hand to wipe the blood on my face, but it didn't seem to help much as my face got covered in his blood the more. I crossed my arms, stood there and watched his now lifeless body. I just murdered someone, but I didn't feel bad about it. I felt ecstatic. I felt relieved, I was happy. Bob deserved it. If I didn't do that, s