You are tearing me apart MiyaMiya

>it's been a long day at the office
>you can't wait to get home to your hot wife, Miyabi
>you open the door, and put your things away
>you then go to the kitchen to see her
>the radio is on and it sounds to be near the end of a Bon Jovi song
Oh! Hello anon, how was work? I can tell it was busy just from your face
>you tell her about the meeting and how it almost ruined your day from what Mr. D. Nose told you afterwards
That's awful, I hope the company doesn't go under. Well, the food's gonna be ready soon.
>you thank her for her concerns and leave the room
>your phone rings
[unknown number]
>you answer
It's time anon. You're in close and she's let her guard down completely. Complete the mission. We'll know when you've done the deed.
>the person hangs up
>After years of preparations and swooning her over, your greatest mission, assassinate the head of Hebijo's elite class, is about to be complete.
>you go to the bedroom and begin suiting up
>you put on some cowboy boots and attach both spurs, a new pair just for the occasion
>you put on your custom barbed wire gloves, no barbs on the palms and guards on the knuckles so you don't get stabbed by your own tool
>you go into the bathroom and retrieve a .45 caliber pistol and a hush puppy suppressor
>you assemble the components under a towel and load the pistol in the same fashion
>you put it into the special holster you made for suppressed pistols
>finally, you grab the axe and take a deep breath
ANON! The food's almost ready, come on down so you can get it fresh!
>you begin walking to the kitchen
Alright, that was Bon Jovi's Livin On A Prayer. Up next is Queen's hit, Don't Stop Me Now. Only on the commercial free hour on Q103.5, THE BRICKHOUSE!
>the song begins playing
>you start singing along as you walk to the kitchen
"Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time"
"I feel alive and the world it's turning inside out Yeah!"
>you arrive in the kitchen
>she's turned around and stirring something
>2 plates are set at the table
"I'm floating around in ecstasy"
"So don't stop me now don't stop me"
>you grab the pistol and aim it at the back of her knees
"Cause I'm having a good time having a good time"
>you blow out both of her knees into the cabinets
>she falls down onto the tile floor
>she screamed just like when her mother was killed
"I'm a shooting star leaping through the skies"
"Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity"
>you shoot out some of her fingers so there is almost no hope of resistance from her
>you put the gun in the holster and ready the axe
"I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva"
"I'm gonna go go go"
"There's no stopping me"
"I'm burning through the sky yeah!"
"Two hundred degrees"
"That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit"
"I'm trav'ling at the speed of light"
"I wanna make a supersonic man out of you"
>you keep chopping her to pieces like Patrick Bateman as you sing one of your most favorite songs
>to you, this is like a dream come true
>you remember to make sure to enjoy yourself, you only have one shot at this
>her state right now rivals that of a quadriplegic
"Don't stop me now"
"I'm having such a good time"
"I'm having a ball"
"Don't stop me now"
"If you wanna have a good time"
"Just give me a call"
>all the while, you're wrapping her new stumps in rags to slow the bleeding
WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME? DID I DO SOMETHING TO DESERVE THIS? I LOVE YOU!? WHY?
>you ignore her pleas and cries and continue singing and wrapping
>you rip off her shirt and snap the bra apart
Oh god no, no, please no, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU, NO!
>you straddle her as she writhes from pain, agony, and fear
>you crack you knuckles
"Don't stop me now"
"I'm having such a good time"
"I'm having a ball"
"Don't stop me now"
"If you wanna have a good time"
"Just give me a call"
"Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time)"
"Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)"
"I don't want to stop at all... yeah!"
>you furiously begin punching her stomach
>cuts and bruises begin to grow larger with every punch
>her cries for help and moans of agony almost mask the singing of both you and Freddie
>you keep going until a large set of gashes is created in the stomach
>you then start uppercutting both of those 67G breasts
>you love boobs a lot, it's real shame that you have to maul them like a rabid animal
>taking pity upon the boobs, you tear them off with all your might
AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
>the chest cavity is exposed
>the smell of blood is now even stronger
>you grow furious, in an almost feeding frenzy like trance
"I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars"
"On a collision course"
"I am a satellite I'm out of control"
"I am a sex machine ready to reload"
"Like an atom bomb about to"
"Oh oh oh oh oh explode"
"I'm burning through the sky Yeah!"
"Two hundred degrees"
"That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit"
"I'm trav'ling at the speed of light"
"I wanna make a supersonic woman of you"
>you pick her up, she is in horrible shape and worse, in tears
>you throw her onto the table, landing on all the utensils and food, a piece of potato salad lands on her face
>she made potato salad, your favorite meal side
>you prop her up and dust her off
>you then start punching her lower lumbar
>blood oozes out of the gashes in her abdomen like a good pie
>you then see a pecan pie in the oven, how ironic, also thoughtful
>being the resourceful person you are, you take the pie out and like the clown you are, pie her in the face
>burns appear on her face along with stuck pieces of pecans
>you take a few pecans and put them into her mouth
>they burn her, but they also shut her up
>you then sit her into a chair, face first into the back
>you grab the axe, walk to the other end of the room
>you break into a sprint and swing the axe full force into her left shoulder blade
>the remains of the arm and shoulder fly across the room
>Miyabi lands on the floor, crying, and spitting out pecans
"Don't stop me"
"Don't stop me"
"Don't stop me"
"Hey hey hey!"
"Don't stop me"
"Don't stop me"
"Ooh ooh ooh (I like it)"
"Don't stop me"
"Don't stop me"
"Have a good time, good time"
"Don't stop me"
"Don't stop me"
"Ooh ooh alright"
>you turn Miyabi to face you
>you take the gun out of the holster
>she visibly winces
>you remove her piss soaked pants
>you stick the suppressor into her vagina and begin fucking her with it
>all while maintaining proper trigger control, because that creates suspense within her
>you thrust the gun in and out of her to the rhythm of the song
>to your surprise, she's getting wet and turned on from being fucked by a gun
>keeping your end, you sing along as you defile your wife with a medium caliber weapon
>you put your finger on the trigger
>she sees what's happening
*click*
>she pisses herself
>you think that it was good way to bridge into the last part of the song
"Ooh I'm burning through the sky yeah!"
"Two hundred degrees"
"That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit"
"I'm trav'ling at the speed of light"
"I wanna make a supersonic man out of you"
"Don't stop me now"
"I'm having such a good time"
"I'm having a ball"
"Don't stop me now"
"If you wanna have a good time"
"Just give me a call"
"Don't stop me now ('cause I'm having a good time)"
"Don't stop me now (yes I'm having a good time)"
"I don't wanna stop at all"
>you lick the suppressor, due to this being the last time she'll make this for you
>the gun is then holstered
>you remember that you've been reading Vento Aureo lately and just finished the Giorno vs Cioccolata fight
>you've already used your hands, but you have your good spurs and a nice pair of boots
>you take artistic liberties into your own hands
>you begin stomping Miyabi as if she was a spider on fire
>many bones begin breaking and puncturing various organs
>the squelches and snapping keep commencing as you keep stomping and singing
>you smash your spurs into her beautiful yellow eyes, staking them onto your spurs like a trophy
>instead of punching her into the air, you prop her up and punt her into the the corner of the granite counter top
>you rejoice in your Giorno imitation
"La la la la laaaa"
"La la la la"
"La la laa laa laa laaa"
"La la laa la la la la la laaa hey!!"
>you sit down at the table, singing the end of the song
>you look at her when the DJ starts talking
She died somewhere along the way, but I had my fun
>you take a clean plate out of the cabinet and some utensils out of the drawer
Can't eat with unclean utensils, what am I, a psychopath?
>you scoop up some food onto the plate
Delicious meal MiyaMiya, let's do it again tomorrow
>your phone rings
>you answer
Well, we can tell she's dead, and that she won't be coming back. We'll send over the closest cleaners. Come down to base some time tomorrow and we'll talk about the next assignment
>but what about that job I got
Don't worry, just come on over afterwards. We'll be waiting.
*beep*
>you take a scoop of potato salad into your mouth
Ah! Nothing like a job well done!