Hunt!

"And suddenly a distant question hit him like sniper bullet, why? As he burned her to ashes and threw her butt out onto that garbage. He did feel weak for once; he could not hold his gaze to her already dead eyes. Rather decided to turn away and went back to his chair. Oh! How hard it is to get away from temptation of destroying self. It was raining and air was still filled with smell of her burned skin.

It was not long ago when both of them were holding each other and dancing upon the music played through that old gramophone. He loved to play those big discs through that old box, he felt like magician, who could let music roll through that dead wooden chamber and today with her in his arms he felt powerful, again. He drank, and more and so did her. It was a night of love, love that was ready to surrender to lust.

She fell madly in love with him, she trusted him, and why not. She felt so safe so loved though it was just couple of hours earlier that they met in that pub where she was serving beers to local roadside Romeos, listening to their dirty comments and offers to sleep with them and being raped by their lusty eyes. It had been so common for her that she did not mind it anymore; she would just give a dry smile and return with another glass of beers. But that day was different.

She saw him from a distance. Sitting alone in his neat tuxedo, his hat placed beside silently and a glass of scotch in his hands, which he was soaking slowly, like lost in some thoughts. He was not looking around, or maybe he was not interested in others. She guessed probably he is sad, or may be in search of someone, or someone running away from police! She felt a shiver on that thought and there the moment she was looking at him, he raises his eyes. He looked at her calmly and she felt like being caught red-handed, and first time a smile appeared on her lips that she had lost somewhere for all these years. She could not deny herself anymore. This was a perfect love at first sight for her.  

She enjoyed seeing other woman jealous of her having him, and when they sighed and whispered around, she held him close and gave him a long kiss. He smelled wonderful, like a man, a strong smell of aftershave from his clean-shaved face. She sat on her lap, placed her hand around his neck and gave him a chance to peek through her already boiling cleavage. It was a kind of game for her that night. Game of love, one that finds joy in lust.

Night had grown and so was darkness in that room. They had already lost their clothes and were ready to explore each other. Moans had already started to ruin that music while they kissed each other continuously, like trying to give a mouth to mouth to save each other’s life. What next, she could not think, she was feeling like in heaven. It had been years that she gave herself like this to somebody. She wanted him to tear her apart, lick her skin away from her body, ride her like an animal for whole night; one she wished never to get over. Suddenly she felt coldness of a metal on her neck and before she could surprise herself, a thick line of blood burst through her skin.

He sliced her throat in a flash, and watched her die. She was watching him too through that darkness, one which was taking her life away. Before she could think anything else, she was dead.

He was still looking at her calmly."