Netflix & Kill

Netflix and chill seems to be the motto, an excuse to hang out while getting all blotto!
 
To chill with one another, and hopefully get it on!? However, sometimes, it can go terribly wrong.
 
Tarquin was scrolling on Facebook, just having a gooseys, when he sees a status by a dorris called Lucy...
 
"Can any1 suggest any good serial killer documentaries?" Tarquin then commented underneath it. "Yes, I know plenty!"
 
They started to banter, back and forth on the comments, from flirting to cherpsing and chatting some nonsense.
 
Tarquin transitioned to her messenger, and that led to her phone. Which later resulted in her inviting him home.
 
Lucy spruced up, her gaff was spick and span. Tarquin bought some bottles, and a baggy of chan.
 
Lucy lay in her jim-jamz after she hoovered the floor. Suddenly there was a rapid knock at her door.  
 
Tarquin in a hoody, was all wet from the rain. "Hey, nice to meet you! Tarquin's the name!"
 
Lucy admired that Tarquin looked better than his pictures. Then he told her a joke, which had Lucy in stitches.
 
"Are you a beaver? Cos DAM!" Said Tarquin, with a beer in hand.
 
"Would you like wine, and a line? Let's make it a plan!"
 
She guides him to the kitchen, to get a plate, and some glasses. They fill up on red wine, and plonk down on their asses.
 
They start watching Jeffrey Dahmer, and then a series of Bundy. Tarquin starts laughing to himself, she asks "is there something funny?"
 
Glugging on his cup, now Lucy is feeling uneasy. Tarquin sniffs a line, and tells her "you should dress up more sleezy?"
 
"Gimme a kiss doll-face, you know why I'm here!?" Tarquin says with an empty glass, then he cracks open a beer.
 
He swoops in for a kiss, with his smackers out large, she then turns her boat away, rejecting him hard.
 
She says that "this is getting weird, I think it's time you should go!" Tarquin tell her to get some 3D glasses, so that she can enjoy the show!"
 
He leaves without a fuss, she slams the door right behind him. Lucy looks out of her window, but she cannot find him.
 
She curls her pins and pegs up, and pops a bag of some crisps. Taquin can see her from her window, all he wanted was a kiss.
 
He drinks from the bottle, and hangs around outside her house. He can see that Lucy starts to nap on her coach.
 
Taquin takes his bump-key, and breaks through the back door. He admires the knife collection in the kitchen, while she snores.
 
He slides out a big blade, sexually from the knife rack. She stands no chance now he's tooled up, how could she fight back?
 
Little did he know, she did Muay Thai, and didn't miss a single class. When she woke up, she went Gina Carano on his ass.
 
But all the martial arts moves couldn't stop Tar with a knife, even with a bloody nose, and lip, now he had to take her life.
 
He stabbed her through her thigh, she dropped, and bled out on the floor, as he raised the knife again, she slowly started to crawl.
 
He bends down, standing over her, and smoothly grabs her barnet, tarquin took hits out on hoes, and now she was the target.
 
He slit her throat from ear to ear, blood gushed out on the floor. He kissed her cheek, then dropped her head, and walked right out the door.
 
As he walks down the block, he starts scrolling on his dog and bone. He whistles the kill bill theme song, what was goin on in his dome?
 
He then sees on his newsfeed, another girl that looks so trendy, and alas, he sees her status. "Can anyone suggest a good serial killer documentary?"