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Rebecca (standard:drama, 1542 words) | |||
Author: Michael Lance Kersting | Added: Sep 29 2012 | Views/Reads: 3304/2089 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
When she saw him, pictures of the atrocities of the concentration camp came back. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story kitchen.' How do you like your tea, “ she asked. ‘Without milk, thank you.” he replied.‘ Do you live here alone?” “Yes, ever since my husband died.' ‘ Sorry” “That's okay.” She replied “ Tell me something , Frank, how long have you been in Rio?” ‘Oh well, about ten-fifteen years, I would say” “And how do you like it here” “Well, I still can't got use to the weather.” “Me too, even though I was born here, It's terrible don't you think?.” “Rotten,” he replied,” But I guess you can't do anything about it.” She came out of the kitchen with a tray carrying a teapot and two cups She set it down on the small coffee table that stood between the sofa and the TV. and sat down next to him, her grey eyes looking at him steadily. Frank looked away quickly ,wondering why she stared at him like that. ‘You know, Frank , it's been awhile since I had a man.” ‘Really? A beautiful woman like you?” “Thanks, I am beginning to feel lonely” The conversation went on for a while and she asked him if he could spend the night with her. Of course, he agreed. He hadn't sex for quite a while and maybe this was a chance to see if the old engine still worked. The bedroom was shadowy ,saved for a light from a bedside lamp. ‘Undress while I go and freshen up“ she said softly. In a flash, Frank got out of his clothes and into the warm bed, anticipating a night of bliss and pleasure. He could hear a tap running in the bathroom. His heart thumped in anticipation. A short while later, she returned, wearing a flimsy see thru nightgown and, carrying what looked like a piece of silken cord in her small hands. “I like to play a little game first.”She whispered softly as she crept into bed next to him, She began to tie his arms and legs to the bed posts. Afterwards, she found his penis which was half erect, and played with it for a while . Frank sighed. Frank was elevated to bliss as she began moving up and down slowly, sensuously. He moaned softly with pleasure and closed his eyes to focus on the delightful sensations that raced through his frail body. He didn't see her reached under the pillow and retrieved a long blade knife. “Monster!”, She screamed suddenly, Frank opened his eyes and froze! She showed him her prisoner ID number tattooed across her wrist. He gasped in horror as he saw that she held a huge kitchen knife in her raised hands! her beautiful face had contorted into a mask of hate, her eyes flashing .She reminded him of the atrocities he had committed on her in the concentration camp. He tried to struggle, but the bonds grew even tighter, .A look of dread, horror and disbelief reflected in his eyes . He stared and began struggling “No!” he pleaded.”Don't kill me !, don't kill me!' “Begging for mercy now, you pile of shit ?”She said “I am going to cut off your penis slowly, but not yet, you bastard, not until you suffer a little as I did from your knife” she spat in his face.” She remembered the night the men taking turns raping her as he stood by laughing, and the painful amputation of her clitoris at his hands. ‘ For God's sake, don't do it. I was only carrying out orders !”he pleaded hoarsely, his face a contortion of pain, his pleading was music to her ears. She grabbed his tiny organ, pulled it upright then with one swipe amputated it. She relived the pain she felt at the operation on her clitoris “The pain !the pain !I can't stand the pain!”he screamed pitifully.” After watching him squirm a while longer, she reached out and slowly slit his throat, from ear to ear. She watched as the blood ooze out of the gaping wound with pleasure. The End Tweet
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