The sex was fast and furious, lasting just a few minutes before they both climaxed.
The man watching from the woods felt a burning rage building inside him. He struggled inwardly to contain his temper as he watched the lovers get dressed again and enjoy a postcoital cigarette. He listened intently, trying to catch their muffled conversation as they leaned against the side of the Volvo.
Managing to curtail his growing sense of anger and frustration, the man skulked further back into the shadows. He squatted behind a low bush and watched the couple embrace for one last kiss before they got into their respective vehicles.
Watching from the darkness, the man heard the car engines start and saw the lights from both vehicles come on before they were driven slowly out of the car park.
The Range Rover slowly followed the Volvo estate.
With both vehicles now gone, the man in black remained motionless in the woods. From his squatting position, he had slumped forward on to all fours. Feeling suddenly nauseous, he ripped off the ski mask before dry retching. The muscles in his stomach cramped painfully. He could feel tears streaming down his face. His entire body physically convulsed, shaking in a silent, muted rage.
Eventually, he calmed down and got back to his feet. He walked back through the pitch-dark woods to where he had left his motorcycle. He retrieved his full-face crash helmet from the seat and put it on before straddling the bike. He turned the ignition key and stamped down hard on the kickstart.
The small engine fired into life the first time. He selected first gear before steering the motorcycle out of the woods and onto the dark unlit road. As he rode along the shadowy country lanes, towards his house, he vowed to get even.
The tears now streaming down his face had nothing to do with the cold wind biting into his face as he sped away with the visor of his helmet open.
As the cold wind frosted his face, he made a promise to himself. No matter how long it took, he would make them both suffer.
He would ensure they both experienced exactly the same pain he was feeling right now.
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A COLD GRAVE is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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