Getting What They Deserve

The taste was so sweet on my tounge.
Cool and refreshing it made my heart thunder.
Made my skin prickle to life.

Hackles raised.
I can taste the blood

The memory thrills me to the bone.

The satisfied grin on your face.
The gut-churning wink of audacity that you shot at me as you tucked away your poor excuse of a cock.
The bored yawn of a self- absorbed swine.
The rasp of your zipper.
The corners of my mouth hitch in sadistic amusement.

You disgust me.

As you muss with your dishevealed shirt, you walk past the dirty mirror and you can’t help but stop and primp over yourself.
You play with your hair.
Grooming yourself like nobody’s watching.
But i am.
And i have to choke down the laughter that bubbles up my throat.

So simple.

With one last glance at your reflection, you twist your head like a rooster and grin at me.
“Thanks, doll. You really took the edge off…”

The laughter bursts free and tears sting my eyes.
You bastard.

As you stride off with lazy indifference my eyes narrow at your broad back.
I can feel the animal rising up within me.
The razor claws slide out of their holdings.
The fangs drop from their caverns.
The demon has come out to play.

Just as you reach the shabby door you stop.
Some degrading and offensive rap song plays from your pocket.
Must be another “lady friend”.

With a pitiful chuckle as you look at the caller ID you flip the tiny phone open and give an unwelcoming grunt.
I hear a high-pitched voice chatter away in your ear as i stalk your back.

Poor dear, standing there on the puke-green motel carpet without a clue.

My naked feet pad silently over the worn rug.
My lungs consume air until they are nearly bursting.
My heart stops beating just as i stop behind you.

Your liberally applied after shave burns my nostrils and goads my temper.

You bastard.

I click my nails quietly.
Chew my lip violently.
Exhale loudly.

You spin around and the pompous look of a politican is replaced with that of a dead man.
Your feverently working throat catches my eye.
Your mouth opens on a silent plea.
And in that instant i let my animal loose.

When the fog clears i find myself licking the blood from my fingers.
Your lifeless body in a crumpled heap at my feet.
No blood marrs the floor.
But the weight of dead sleep creeps toward me.

I have to hurry.

Quickly i wiggle into the black leather that scuplts my body and shoves my breasts up to my chin.
And i walk your final steps to the door of the filthy motel room.
With a mocking laugh i pass by your corpse and move into the swallowing blackness of fading night.

Another night.
Another victim.
Another feast.
Another sunrise i spend unconscious in a black room waiting for the blackness to come again.
Waiting for another cockey bastard to get put in his place.

…Think of me as a hero of sorts.

Getting What They Deserve


Joined March 2008

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My first fantasy piece.
i dont know if i like it. haha.

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