It was a cozy morning you hear a knock on your door. Opening the door, you were met with Mumei, wearing a cute sundress. Her sweet smile filling your heart with joy and wiping away your worries. She answered your call at last. You are about to go on your date. You carefully pat your little bird on the head and tell her how soft she is. Mumei opened her purse and Friend popped out. You gave him a boop on his nonexistent nose.
Mumei smiled sweetly.
You helped her get into my car and drove to the park. A picnic by the lake. You carried everything to the table, Mumei helped arranging the plates and jars. Friend floated around being cute as always. After everything was laid out, You popped open a bottle of champagne. You offered Mumei a glass and she accepted. She took a sip and stared back at me.
Mumei smiled sweetly.
You took out the charcoal and start preparing the grill. We're having something special today. You asked Mumei to hand over the icebox. She asked what were we having. You smiled back and said it's a secret. Curiosity got her best. Mumei opened the icebox. There was nothing in there. Except for a syringe. Mumei asked where was the food. You grabbed Mumei by the waist and pulled in for a quick kiss. She was taken aback by surprise but did nothing to fight back. Your hand reached for the syringe and jab her in the neck. She squealed as you injected her. Her balance slowly losing away. You grabbed her immediately before she collapses. You held her head up in your arms. She was dozing off quietly.
Even in her sleep, Mumei smiled sweetly.
Realizing something felt amiss, Friend came to the rescue. But he was too late. You picked him up and put him inside the icebox. Telling him to wait for lunch. You lay Mumei on the picnic table. Her beautiful figure shining under the morning light. You took her hat off and started unbuttoning her dress. You stripped her down to her birthday suit, carefully packing her clothes into the car. She won't be needing them anymore. Her shapely petite breasts caught your attention. You gave them a gentle rub and a soft squish. Such beautiful morsels they are. You leaned down to Mumei's face and gave her a kiss. Goodnight, sweet princess. You will be missed.
Even in her sleep, Mumei smiled sweetly.
You took out the cleaver, and raise it to the sun. The light bounces off its blade, its edge sharped all night long. You wanted her final moments to be her dearest, so it must be quick, painless, and beautiful. You grab Mumei by the throat, and felt her move. She opens her eyes, slowly and meekly, to be met with a blade mere inches from her eyes. Her pupils contract, her expressions changed, she was about to scream, and you covered her lips. Do not be scared, Mumei. This will only be quick. You pin her down by the throat, with all the strength you had. Mumei struggles to move, to breathe, to scream. You laid the blade on her throat's silky skin, burying an incision, and cut back. And forth. And back. And forth. And back. You can feel her screams through your palm. She tried to to fight but to no avail. With every stroke of your blade, the struggles quieted down. And by the time you looked down, she was already out. You carefully separate her head from the neck. Her beautiful face in the morning sun.
Even in death, Mumei smiled sweetly.
