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T he sharp sound of my hand connecting with his face in the still silence of the house sends tingles down my spine. It’s time. “Wake up, you little bitch.” I slap him again, a little harder this time, and his head snaps to the side. Roy’s face turns into a grimace, his eyes flutter open and he blinks a few times, taking in his surroundings.

I crouch on the floor in front of him. “Wakey, Wakey,” I waggle my fingers at him playfully in a wave. “Did you have a nice nap? I hope you’re well rested because this is where the fun starts.”

“Pu—Please, let me go. I swear I’ll never touch her again. She can divorce me, and that will be it. She can take the kid, the house, whatever. Just let me go.” His body starts to tremble with sobs, his head dropping, and he finally notices he isn't wearing any clothes. "Why... Why am I naked?”

“God, he’s fucking dumb. Why am I naked?” The voice mocks, and it makes me laugh out loud.

“Because we’re going to have a little fun, Mousey." I stand and circle around him, flicking my knife open and holding it under his chin. Slowly, I tilt his chin up with the blade. “Don’t you still want to play with me, Mousey? We could have so much fun . But you’re going to be the only one getting fucked tonight.”

“ Please…Please… ” he whimpers, snot running down his face. “I sw—I swear I won’t hurt her anymore.” Empty promises. He broke that woman’s spirit, her mind, and her body. The only thing I will accept in return is blood.

His blood.

Blood doesn’t cure the broken mind, but it can help start the healing. Knowing that he’s dead and never coming back will be a comfort to her and the boy.

Covering the floor, the walls, and my blade.

“It will be such a pretty sight. The cops will have fun with this one.”

“Now, Mousey. Why would I do that? You should be punished for the way you treated your wife and child. I can only wonder what went on behind the walls of your home. What that poor little boy had to hear every night.” Dragging the tip of my blade from his chin, down his throat to the center of his chest. the tip sharp enough to draw a thin line of blood as I go.

“Nooo…. Please.”

“Did you ever think about what you were doing to him? The damage it causes when a little boy hears his father beating his mother? Raping his mother.” I tsk, stopping to dig the tip in.

“She is my wife,” he spits, saliva spraying over my face. “It’s not rape if she’s my wife.”

My free hand grips his sweaty hair, ripping his head backwards. “That’s where you’re wrong! If she says no, it means no. It doesn’t matter if she’s your wife, Roy. You should have been man enough to accept the no. But you’re not a man, are you? You’re a piece of shit. A waste of a pretty face.” I dig the tip of the knife between a set of ribs, feeling the blood trickle between my fingers, the sharp, scented metallic liquid hitting my senses. I’m like a shark that’s just gotten a whiff of its dinner.

“Stop…. stop. Please.” He screams and the voice inside my head laughs.

“It wasn’t even that deep. He can hurt them, but he can’t take an ounce of pain himself. Typical.”

“Tell me, Rooooy. What’s your favorite way to fuck your wife? You don’t seem like a missionary guy. It seems too... personal for you.” I pull the blade out from his side and he whimpers in pain.

“Wh-why do you care?” Roy grunts as he tries to wriggle back and forth. There is no escape for him.

“When are you gonna learn that I ask, and you—” I crouch down and drag the knife through his Achilles tendon on his right leg. He screams as I cut through, severing the tendon completely. “Answer the fucking question.” I do the same to his left tendon and his foot flops forward.

“Not running anywhere now.”

“Now that we have established that you aren’t fucking running away.” The sinister chuckle escapes my lips. I straddle his lap. “Tell me. Did you fuck her from behind like the disgusting animal you are? Or was something like this?" I pull his face up so he can look into my eyes and he tries to keep them pinned elsewhere. “Too much for you? Having to look into her eyes while you took a little piece of her soul from her?”

“You crazy fucking bitch,” he coughs up some blood on to my shirt, thrusting his hips forward to buck me off.

Ugh…there goes another shirt.

“Take this nice and slow, Nova. Savor it. We don’t know when we will have the opportunity to have this much freedom in a kill. It’s so nice and secluded here. I’ll bet nobody will even hear him scream.”

“You and I are going to have so much fun, Mousey.” I climb off his lap and head over to the old wooden table that holds all the treasures I’ve found. “Let’s start this off with a little pleasure for me...and a whole lotta pain for you.” I hold up the shards of broken glass and smile.

His screams are music to my ears, the sweetest symphony of notes that meld with every drop of blood that hits the floor. Cut after cut, I dig into his flesh. Carving letter after letter until his flesh stings with his sins, his crimes. His body is a bloody canvas with words written all over him. Bastard. Abuser. Rapist. Child Abuser. Misogynist. Sadist. Pig.

Over and over, I carve each one into a different part of his body.

I want the world to know exactly what he was when they find his body.

“If they find his body, that is.”

“You think the words you say to us don’t hurt. They don’t burrow deep inside our minds, gnawing at the very essence of us. But they do. I’m sure the woman who loved you and gave herself to you is repressing so many things inside her pretty head. All the vile, disgusting things you said to her. The words you’ve whispered in her ear while you raped her, the insults you’ve hurled at her.” I dig the glass deeper into his skin and he grits his teeth to try to keep his screams at bay.

"Aw, come on, baby.” I taunt. “Scream for me.”

I trail the glass down to his cock and grab ahold of it.

“No, no… please. Don’t touch it.” He whimpers, trying to scoot the chair backwards but with his Achilles severed, he just yells in pain.

“Hmm, this won’t work.” Looking over the pathetic, flaccid skin in my palm.

“He needs to get hard first.”

Ugh… fine.

I spit into my palm and begin to stroke him; his eyes snap down and he winces with each hard tug of his cock. Feeling him twitch in my palm as the blood begins to rush exactly where I need it to. "Strange, isn’t it? How you can get hard for someone who is hurting you, someone who is taking from you without consent.”

He sucks in a staggered breath as his body trembles.

“Almost like your mind says no but your body can’t stop what it does naturally. Right, Roy? Just because your cock gets hard doesn’t mean you want it.”

“R-right.” He’s on the verge of coming, the sick son of a bitch.

“Yet men tell women that if they’re wet when they get raped, it’s because they wanted it.” I stop stroking him once he’s hard enough for me to continue with my plan.

“Le-let me come at least. If you're gonna kill me... at least give me that.”

“Is he really trying to bargain with you right now? So he can bust a nut before he dies... Jesus fucking Christ.”

That he is.

“If you come while I carve this word in your cock, it's all yours. Your last chance to come before I end your sorry excuse for a life.” I chuckle, thinking there is no way that this man will come.

I switch out the shard of glass for one that's especially dull, just so he can feel every letter as I make them. The burn he must feel on his most sensitive appendage as the glass breaks through the thin layer of skin is making me shiver with excitement. Roy has his teeth clenched so tightly that I think they’re going to break. And I hope they do.

“Come on, can’t you come for me?" I give him a firm stroke, then continue to the next letter as I continue to laugh and taunt him. “Such a waste of a pretty cock. If only you weren’t such a worthless pig.”

R-A-P-I-S-T

The blood drips down into my palm, a combination of mine and his. He winces and groans in pain. I love watching him squirm like the weak man that he is. He’s on the verge of passing out from the pain and we can’t have this. I want him to suffer every single second that he’s still breathing.

“Make him come now. I’ll bet it will be excruciating with your hand rubbing the cuts.”

You don’t really think he’d still be able to come, do you? You think he’s that much of a sick and twisted fuck?

“Only one way to find out. No spit though. Make it dry. Let him chafe.”

Diabolical.

Roy’s head slumps forward like he’s going to pass out, so I drag my nail from his taint and up his balls. “I thought you wanted to come. Well, here’s your last chance. One last release before I cut this dick off and make you choke on it.” I grip the base of his cock and make sure to have a firm grasp on him while I jerk up toward the tip.

“Stop!” He screams, his face pales as I continue to tug at him. “Stop, stop, I don’t want it anymore. Fuck… stop you stupid cunt.” His face twists in pain as my dry, blood-coated palm rubs against the broken skin of his shaft.

“ Stop . Is that even a word in your vocabulary? Oh, wait. Stop means keep going... I forget, stop is the same as no to you men. Otherwise… when your wife would scream for you to stop, or when she said no, you’d actually stop.” I stroke him faster, making sure that my palm rubs directly over the fresh cuts. His muscles in his thighs tighten and his hips instinctually thrust forward.

“Looks like your body still wants it, Roy.” I look up at him, disgust on my face as his face twists with pain, but his body fights against him. It’s an internal battle between pain and pleasure—unwanted pleasure.

“Oh, god…stop…please. I can’t…” He whines, hips flexing forward, chasing the release.

“Mmm, no. I don’t think I will.”

“Oh, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Definitely.

A few more firm strokes and he’s a whimpering, disgusting mess. Muttering under his breath. “I’m gonna come. Fuck. Stop.”

The head of his cock aimed toward my waiting palm as he comes. The warm liquid fills my palm in short spurts while he starts to cry. Part of me thinks they are tears of relief, but who knows, and I sure as fuck don’t care.

I stand, my hand cupped, and I stare at him. “Color me surprised that you actually came. Guess the body does things of its own accord. Here, Roy boy... I saved this just for you. I figured you deserved to taste your depravity before you die.”

He goes to scream but I shove the handful of his cum into his face. Keeping his mouth open as I smear it all over his face, getting as much of it in his mouth before I force it closed. I pinch his nose and give him a menacing look.

“Now, swallow.” And I watch his throat flex as his cum goes down. I lean into his ear and whisper. “I bet you taste like shit.”