One day while we were at the farm, our mother brought home a strange girl.
In short I was horny.
My mom told me and my sister that she brought the girl here to run a store she was building to fund my fruitless life.
So as quick as one could guess, I went to woo this girl.
But I couldn't do it openly because of my little sister.
We decided to pick up small talk, and we talked about witches and black magic.
I told her that I didn't believe that there was such.
We got into a huge fight and she stormed off.
That's strange, she acted as if I insulted her relative or something.
Our house had two bed rooms, I shared the one connected to the living room with my mom
And the other one was isolated from the house. That is where Argartha stayed and retreated in anger.
That night, the look in Agartha's eyes did not sit well with me.
I thought that mom had brought home a serial killer.
In response to my hypothesis, I went to sleep with three stars. (A knife commonly used by thugs to mug and settle disputes.)
I put the blade under my mattress close enough to sneak a hand under, and drifted off to a land where life was simpler.
Whilst enjoying my wet dream I felt like the whole world had collapsed onto my throat, it was hard to take a breath let alone move.
I fought with all my might to at least get a peek at my oppressor and alas it was Argatha.
Seeing her on top of me fueled my rage and freed me from the paralysis that had come over me.
I was worried for my mom.
I was worried for my sister.
My hand slid under the mattress and returned with the three stars, I flicked them and they shined in the dark.
Argatha seemed to have cared more about choking me down than anything else and so, even though it wasn't easy.
I was availed the time to try and try over and over to stab her. It was hard but it was not impossible.
Finally!
I got a stab in and she moaned.
She moaned?
She moaned.
Twas but a scratch and she managed to shrug off, she bounced on me. Pressing her but down on my chest and finally restricting my movement.
Bummer.
I had lost and had doomed my family.
Suddenly the sun shone in and Argatha's now pale skin wrinkle and ruled over by pimples started to burn.
"Die you bitch!" I was suddenly encouraged.
She ducked down, her grip loosened.
CHANCE!
I thrusted upward and completely freed myself, the bitch squealed and begged for mercy as I relentlessly stabbed her in the back.
She floated off.
"Really. You really think you can escape me like that?"
She floated, I let her.
Once she was almost out of the bedroom door I launched my assault.
A knife to the back sent her straight to the floor, I stood up and grabbed her by her hair.
Exposing her to the light.
Praise the sun!
-to be continued