Veronica felt something cold this night, and it was a real turnoff for her. These motels always had drafts, but this one had been fine for three days, odd...she thought while laying in the bed.
Her new husband, Ostyn, looked at her with a curious look of worry and confusion. "Everything okay?" he asked, running a hand through the fur on her arm, the Tiger was a real nice guy, and it made the Otter smile at his touch. "Yeah, just...a chill."
"You want to be warmed up a little?" he asked, kissing at her neck, a low purr could be heard from him. Veronica giggled at him. "Your an animal!" she accused, jokingly pushing at him.
"So are you." he said back with a grin, then caught her mouth with his, both begining to make out and strip each other as a knock on the door was heard.
Both rose their heads up, the otter looked to her husband, who shook his head, recalling how he put a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door knob. He looked back to her as nothing else was heard after that. Ostyn smiled at her and started to kiss her again, though she had a bad feeling in her gut.
Suddenly another knock came to the door, if you could call several slams a knock. Ostyn got up this time, glaring and almost growling at the door. "I'll check, baby." Ostyn said, getting out of the bed and zipping back up his pants, leaving his shirt where it was on the floor. Veronica looked at the door with worry, wondering if it was even a good idea to open it.
Ostyn was at the door by the moment the axehead ripped through the door. "FUCK!" the tiger bounced back almost a foot as it came through again. The otter had terror obviously on her face during the whole thing and when a hand, or what remained of one, reached in the room. The arm was more rotted flesh and bone than anything, the ring finger missing as it unlocked their door.
No...she thought, no no....this can't be happening!
The door was then kicked wide open, and a shadow stood in the entrance. It stepped into the light, and a horror stood before them.
It was the horrifying remains of a snake. One eyeball was completely missing, and his fangs were black and rotting. His other eye was completely red with blood and fury. His hair was down and thinned sickly, his body completely thin by lack of muscle and fat. He was dressed in no shirt and rag-like shorts. His face was halfway rotted to the skull, and his chest was wide open with nothing inside.
"Found you, BITCH!" He screamed, lifting both arms, showing the axe and the shotgun. "It took a few years, but I finally found ya, Fucking Whore!"
Ostyn glared, and the snake looked back at him. "Who's this, baby? some new fuck and go for ya?!"
Veronica wanted to scream, but she was too paralyzed in fear to do anything.
"What's wrong, slut?" the thing said, giving a most ghoulish grin. "You forgot about me already?"
"Johnny, how are you alive!?" She screamed finally, her eyes wide and tearing with such horrofying terror.
He laughed. "Well, I'm not all living, as you can plainly see. Glad you remember me, though, so I can fucking kill you and it'd be worth something.
Ostyn tried to strike out at Johnny, but the snake bent back inhumanly. Then slammed his shotgun's but into the tiger's skull, who fell on his knees and gripped his bleeding head. "FUCK!"
"fuck indeed, buddy. And to think, you tried to PROTECT this slut!"
Ostyn looked up, with confusion, half his face bleeding. "I don't know what you're fucking talking about!"
The dead ex "tsked" and then pointed at her. "Then I'll illuminate things for you, buddy. A year ago, I was gonna fucking MARRY Veronica! I was a nice guy, just like you, but then, on the wedding night, she had hired some guy to come in and fucking stab me to death!"
Veronica was crying fully now, Ostyn looked surprisingly at her. "Is this true, baby?" he asked, looking with fear and confusion in his expression.
"Yeah, "baby," is it true?" Johnny asked mockingly.
"Ostyn! I'm sorry! I wasn't going to do it to you..." She said through tears and inhaling. "I...I, I know I did a wrong to Johnny, and I regreted it all my life! I thought...I thought I could start my life over with you!"
Ostyn looked confused still.
"FUCKING LIAR!" Johnny screamed. "If that's true, why the HELL was your man outside again?"
Veronica looked up with even more fear. "You mean...Al is..."
"Dead? You bet your good ass he is!" Johnny finished with a laugh. Ostyn was looking with fear at Veronica now, "But...Veronica, why? I loved you!" He asked, right before his head was blown away with the shotgun. Veronica screamed as the blood sprayed the lower wall and the floor, brain matter all over and the corpse dropped, blood pooling fast.
Johnny chuckled and tossed his shotgun away. "Aw...you hear that, baby? He seemed like a nice guy too." He said, hefting the axe with both hands.
"Veronica couldn't help but stare at Ostyn's headless corpse. He was dead, and she was gonna die too!
She almost didn't feel the bony hand grip her and pull her up at him, his face staring at her's his one eye menacingly glaring at her eyes. "LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU, BITCH!" He shoved her back and bounced the axe in his palm. His eye looking over her naked body. "I'd fuck you, but I think you might have something, my balls were itching as hell before your man-bitch killed me." He smiled at her.
"I gave you my heart, You took it and smashed it. I think you owe me another." He said.
She screamed again. "This isn't right! this isn't fair! You died, Johnny! You fucking died!"
Johnny grinned at her, and shrugged. "Life's unfair, you fucked up whore, wait til you see death."
He lifted the axe and dropped it, a scream was heard before the blood sprayed the entire room.

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The room was covered in blood and gore, an arm here, a leg there. On the bed, Veronica's hacked up corpse was sprawled out with her chest wide open, with her breasts cut as well, showing the craftlessness of the chops. Inside, her heart was missing.
Johnny was walking down through a dessert, the night still making everything dark. He dragged the axe with one hand, while chewing on something in the other.
A vessel was ripped apart by teeth and the bulk of the bloody organ in his clutches was mostly gone.
By the time he reached the red tiger, the last of the heart was slidding down his throat.
"How was it?" the tall, muscular red tiger asked, his black hair blowing in a gentle breeze.
Johnny looked up at the creature he made the deal with in Hell. "Ya know, it was kinda rough, and a bit dry. Plus there was a lot of cholesterol in an artery." He said, looking at his bloody hand, dropping the axe from the other.
"So you regret killing her?" the cat asked.
Johnny looked up. "Hell no! I enjoyed hacking the bitch! It's just..." He looked back down. "I thought the whore's heart might replace mine." He looked back up again. "You know, to all parties, payback's a bitch."
"Too true, Johnny. Too true." he agreed, and both vanished, leaving only an axe in the sand shining in the pale moonlight.
~End