I feel the metal against my ankle, and it makes me shiver with anticipation. It took my dignity to get this blade from a guy on the football team, but it will be worth it. This is all about to come to an end.
He shoves his disgusting dick in my face, and I gag at the smell of him. I grip onto it, giving it a few tugs, and when he throws his head back, letting his guard down, I pull the knife out of the ankle strap, severing his dick in one clean swipe. Blood sprays everywhere, and his howls pierce my ears.
He falls to the ground in a heap.
“That is for all you’ve taken from me.” I stand above him a moment before I lower myself to straddle him.
“This is for every tear I’ve cried knowing my own father is a monster.” I stab the knife through his temple, his screams turning to gurgling. Blood gushes out of the wound and from his mouth. I continue to drive the knife into cartilage, my anger dissipating, my sense of peace growing, and my joy increasing. This is it, the feelings I've been missing.
My mother stands at the doorway, taking in the scene in front of her. She falls to her knees and weeps. I am covered in his blood, bathing in it. And then I realize, they finally know me. I will be a household name by the morning.
19
Maureen
Revenge is sweet
I stand at a distance and watch him walk toward the familiar building. It’s an old building, nothing spectacular, but it houses so many secrets. If the walls could speak, they would shout of sin and deprivation. The things the human mind desires the most. We like to hide behind our facades, it makes us feel safe, but in the dark of the night, behind closed doors, we set them free.
His white shirt is untucked from his pants, a slow swagger to his step. He’s always been nice to look at, that boy next door vibe. Messy hair, sultry eyes and pouty lips. He’s far from that, though. Ol’ Markus has secrets. When I called him, he’d been surprised to hear from me. But he proved to be the same ol’ Markus, always down to fuck. He glances around him before he inserts a key into the door. He’s cautious, but so are most people these days. You never know who is watching, lurking in the shows with ill intent. There are too many sick people in the world. Souls who have desperate needs, needs that can only be met with blood.
He has two children, a boy, Simon. and girl, Greta. Weird name for kids. They sound so grown up. His wife is gorgeous, carrying a few extra pounds, but that doesn’t mean anything when you look like her. She is a housewife, and he’s a broker. Markus the broker. It doesn’t fit. It had been fairly easy to track him down. I’d never been able to forget Markus, the way he’d shoved his tiny dick into me, the way he spat on my face and called me names as he ploughed into me again and again. Markus who washed my blood off his puny cock while his friends took turns with me. Markus who fucked me every chance he got after that, with a knife to my throat or a threat to tell my parents. Oh, he would die today, and he didn’t even know it.
I stroll forward at a leisurely pace. This motel has become a second home to me. The sound of the train passing by a welcome cover for the noise I am about to create. The motel manager, Timothy, never asks questions, I pay him enough to keep him quiet, plus I promised him he’d be next if I so much as smelled a snitch. He and I go back years. I used to have to give him blowjobs to pay for his silence, but I can now pay with cash and he’s set for life. I am always thorough when I clean up, so he doesn’t get involved with that, but he has helped me dump a body or two. He It wasn’t hard to get him to do what I wanted, I just had to find the right leverage. He now lives comfortably for his efforts.
I whistle Beethoven’s Fur Elise. I’d play it earlier today, and now it’s stuck in my head. I spent time in a juvenile detention center after I killed my father, and I learned to play the piano while I was there. Piano, art and literature. Music was my safe place. I could not help the rush I got when a piece touched me, the excitement that coursed through my veins at the thought of hurting someone while a beautiful piece of art played in the background. I’d been lucky to get juvie, I could have served time in prison, but they’d ruled it self-defence, compromising position obvious. My mother claimed she hadn’t known, and I let her have that. I needed her for a much bigger job.
I knock at the door and he smiles widely when he opens it. Like we are just a couple of old friends, meeting up for a reunion of sorts. “Maureen Whittaker.” He leans in for a hug, and it takes everything in me not to stiffen. I have to keep up pretences. This is, after all, my moment. “You look amazing.”
I step inside the warm room and pull off my scarf. “So do you, Markus.” I turn and offer him a sweet smile.
He places a hand on the small of my back, leading me farther into the room I already know like the back of my hand. “I was surprised when you called me. Pleasantly. You in town long?”
“Oh, just for the day, actually. If I get everything sorted tonight, I should be ready to leave in the morning. I just have a couple more things to strike off my list.”
He nods. “A drink?” The way he acts like he is in control is a huge turn on. I might actually fuck him if he’s nice.
I notice my flask of whiskey is set up just the way I asked.
“You relax, let me do that.” I say, pushing his chest lightly.
“I-I don’t usually do this.” he says as he shifts around the bed, trying to find a comfortable position.
“Oh,” I say, smiling. “So, Magic Markus has changed then?”
That seems to excite him, and he adjusts his pants. “Family man now.” He holds up his hand to display a shiny gold band.
I chuckle. “And yet, here we are.”
“We’re old friends, aren’t we? We’re allowed to get lost in each other from time to time.”
That is rich. He thinks we’re going to make this a regular thing between us.
“Touché.”
“So, you married? Kids?” he asks casually.
“Yeah, both actually.” I answer honestly. “How about you, any kids?” I fake interest.
“Nah.” He lies to me so fluidly, reminding me of myself. He has no clue that I know all there is to know about him. He has a perfect life built on lies.
I walk over to the bed and perch on the edge of it, handing him a drink. He smiles at me, his eyes conveying his desire as he raises his glass toward me. “To rekindling old friendships.” His voice had a husky edge, I bet it comes in handy for a stock broker. From the size of his house, the car he drives and the schools his kids go to, it’s evident that he’s well off. Probably has a big ass life insurance policy too. I don’t pity his family. In fact, I don’t feel anything but unbridled rage. I take a small sip of my drink.
“We should get to what we came here for, don’t you think?”
He smirks. “Eager much?”
“Extremely,” I answer with a wink.
I step out of my heel and kick them aside. I’m wearing a black dress, stockings and a trench coat. I remove my coat and reach for the side zipper of my dress. I make a show of peeling off my dress, which Markus obviously likes. Standing in just my black thong and bra, I do a twirl.
“Do you mind music?” I ask, and he nods his head, eyeing my body. For a woman who’s had a baby, I’m in pretty good shape. I have to be to keep men interested.
“You look as gorgeous as the last time I fucked you.”
Raped me, Markus. It was rape.
I bite back the words and smile as I stalk over to the bed, crawling on all fours to where he sits against the headboard. I can see that he’s more relaxed. The effects of the alcohol mixed with the little extra I’d mixed in are taking effect.. I straddle his thighs and start to unbutton his shirt, trailing my fingers all over his chest.
“Do...you remember…” he starts slurring and frowns. “Wow, I must be tired…”
“Remember what?” I ask as I slip his shirt off him.
“How you used to scream when I was inside you?” His eyes are so heavy they are nearly closed.
My teeth clench, and I ba
ckhand him across the face. “That’s enough, Markus.”
He looks dazed as he slowly lifts a hand to his face.
Wha -” His head lulls forward, too heavy for him to keep upright.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Markus. I do remember, and now it’s your turn to scream.”
***
Markus is a bulky guy, so even my hunk of an assistant had trouble getting him in the position I want. Markus is now chest down on the bed, his ass in the air, hands and legs bound behind him, a gag in his mouth. I look over at my assistant who frowns at my new outfit when I step out of the bathroom. “What?” I sarcastically ask. my massive, studded strap-on cock hanging menacingly between my legs. I laugh at the irony of what I’m about to do. This is going to be so much fun. I’m going to enjoy every minute with Markus.
He wakes up an hour later, giving me enough time to prepare. He starts moaning then tries to protest against his restraints, but he’s secured firmly by ropes. I strut over to him. “I just want to fuck you, Markus. The way you fucked me. I want to make you scream.”
He says something inaudible, and I proceed to spank his ass with a studded belt. He winces and squeals, his tight ass lifting even higher in the air. I continue the torture until his cheeks are nice and pink. My assistant douched his ass while he was unconscious, the last thing I want is a fucking mess. I grip onto his hips and without warning, thrust the cock inside him. He screeches even louder than I’d expected. He’s tight, so it takes me quite a bit of effort. I may even work up a sweat, virgin fucking ass. I don’t stop, he is my plaything, and I will make sure this entire instrument goes inside him. He cries and mumbles and bucks, but it only makes me hornier. Hands grip my breasts from behind me as I bend forward. I knew my assistant wouldn’t just watch. His cock impales me, and I groan in pure ecstasy. I feel my orgasm building as I listen to Markus’ wails, the friction from my assistant becoming more and more intense. When I stick two daggers in Marcus’ kidneys I find my release. Blood pours out of the wounds and I laugh. Markus had become manic, the gag doing little to mute his cries of agony. Oh, it was a beautiful mess. My assistant is panting after spilling inside me. He is so dirty. I love that about him. I pull out of Markus and push him over. His eyes are bloodshot, with nothing but pain reflected in them.
“I’m going to let you bleed out, then leave your corpse some place where someone find you.” I smirk down at him.
I pack away everything, throw it all in a black trash bag, get dressed and leave. My craving is satisfied, my list a whole lot shorter.
20
Maureen
Now
“Whoever reveals the secrets of his master deserves no less than death; and since you have committed so foul a crime you deserve to die.” - Fables of Aesop
He left me no choice. Of all the lies I’ve told him and all the promises I’ve broken, this one is by far the worst. The most painful thing about it is that I don’t regret it. He expected too much. He wanted to find me a soul, but mine was lost a long time ago. I watch as the rain pelts down on the ground, dampening the red earth. It’s odd, isn’t it, how it always seems to rain at a funeral? I’ve heard that it’s an indication that the dead will go to heaven. A clap of thunder overhead startles me. I look across at Randy who hasn’t taken her eyes off me. She looks at me with those all-knowing eyes, full of distrust. I’ve never understood why she doesn’t tell anyone what she knows, why she doesn’t at least tell me. She’s witnessed so much of it, lurking in the background, yet she’s remained silent, even now. Fynn stands emotionless at the gravesite, he hasn’t so much as looked at me the entire service, and now is no exception. Miranda is at his side, and there’s a challenge in her eyes. As if fucking my husband gives her some kind of authority. He chose me over her once, and he will do it again. He’s only with her now to get back at me. I hate the fact that he shows no remorse whatsoever. He seems to think he’s going to leave me and ride off into the sunset with Miranda. He took pleasure in telling me he stayed with her the night he found out about Trev’s death and that they’d fucked.
As the casket is lowered into the ground, I remember the look on Trev’s face when I told him I couldn’t see him anymore. When I told him that it was all over, everything. That I wanted a life with Fynn and wanted to put it all the bad behind me. I’d gotten it all out of my system, I really had, but Trev just would not accept that. He threatened me, and I ‘d come too far to ever let someone put it all at risk. I told him I was sorry, that I wasn’t thinking straight, that I did still want to see him. I let him hate fuck me, call me names and smack me around. I wanted Trev to get the anger and disappointment of what I’d almost done to us out of his system. He was a violent man in bed which was an adrenaline rush for me, but he started to catch feelings, and I could not have that. So, I tampered with his brakes while he was in the shower.
Fynn’s parents huddle together under an umbrella, his mother barely able to hold herself upright. It’s sad to bury a child. Devastating, I’m sure. I don’t ever want to have to go through that. The minister, Michael something, a friend of Fynn’s, speaks about Trev’s untimely death in the wake of so many other senseless massacres that have shook the city. Senseless is subjective, at least to me. There is always, always a reason for these kinds of acts of violence. The world places so much focus on the dead, assuming they were the victims in the story. That isn’t always the case.
“Can we talk?” She sneaks up behind me, rattling me a little. I haven’t heard Miranda speak for years, and she is suddenly unmuted. I turn toward her.
“You decide to talk here, now? Surely it can wait, Randy.”
Her beady eyes convey that she will not take no for an answer. She turns, leading the way through an array of gravestones, looking like a ghost herself in a long black coat, floating through the rows. I keep up with her, and she halts in front of the stone cathedral. We are close enough to see when the funeral is over yet far enough to have some privacy for whatever it is she has to say.
“Why did you lie to me, Maury?” Her words are clipped, and they hold no emotion, not anger or sadness.
“And she speaks?” I place my hands on my chest in feign shock. I knew she could, and eventually would.
“Cut it out, just answer my question.”
“Whatever do you mean, Randy?” In truth, I have no idea what she’s going on about.
“You are my mother.” Four words that catch me completely off guard. Four words I never thought I would ever hear her utter. She looks at me, then back at the crowd. “Francine told me, before I killed her.”
My eyes widen. “You what?” I don’t believe a word of what I’m hearing. Randy is all sorts of messed up, but a killer she is not.
“Not intentionally, of course. We got into an argument, she got physical, I shoved her, she hit her head and she died.”
“But how-”
“You’re not the only one who can cover their tracks, Maury.” she scowls at me knowingly. And there it is. “She told me about your father.” She doesn’t flinch or cower from the mention of it. “I just want to know why you felt you had to lie to me?”
“It’s complicated, Randy. Mainly I was trying to save you from the embarrassment of knowing where you came from.”
“And thinking Francine was my mother was any better?” She scoffs.
“That’s in the past, there’s no use latching on it now. What’s done is done.”
“Where is he? Your - our - father?” Her deep eyes beg for the truth, so I give it to her.
I shake my head. “Dead. I killed him the day I found out I was pregnant. I couldn’t let him hurt you, or me. I was done being his toy.”
She nods, then looks me square in the eyes. “You also need to let go of the past and stop making a mess around town. Whatever happened to you - Trev didn’t deserve that.”
She focuses her attention back on the group still gathered at Trev’s grave then starts to walk back over there.
“You have no clue, Randy.” I shout after h
er.
“No, Maureen, Mother, whoever you are. You have no clue.”
I watch her as she walks away. I used to think she would never betray me, but now I’m not so confident She just made a dangerous move. She tried to check her queen, and I just cannot have that.
The stragglers gather in the Chase’s home, overstaying their welcome. I make myself scarce the way Fynn seems to want me to. I don’t miss their touches and glances at one another across the room, though. Lynn is a mess and hasn’t once picked on me. I should be grateful, but it makes me feel like an outsider. Miranda fusses over everyone. Most of whom are surprised that she can speak. How did she manage to become the star of the show? I drink my second glass of red wine, enjoying the buzz I’m beginning to feel. I should take Fynn into one of these rooms and have some steamy funeral sex.
I stand and make my way over to where he stands with his father, but when I place a hand on his arm, he instantly stiffens. “Darling, you look exhausted. How about you get some rest?”
He lets out a breath and smiles down at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He hasn’t told them we’ve temporarily split, as I like to think of it. His brother just died after all. And if I have my way, he’ll change his mind soon enough. I always get what I want.
“Why don’t you go on up, and I’ll join you in a bit? I want to help out here some first.” He says it like he actually means it. He’s staying with his parents tonight, so naturally I am staying too, because she can’t get around. I smile and make my way up the stairs. Miranda’s eyes trail me all the way, and I wave at her from the second flight of stairs. Since I have the floor to myself, I’m not going to waste it. I make my way to the last door on the right and open it, the familiar blue walls and white bedding of Trev’s childhood room greeting me. I sit on the bed and look around, he’d grown up quite a bit hadn’t he? Baseball stars and rock music were something I couldn’t associate with the man who’d been a friend and accomplice for some many years. He was so much fun, until he wasn’t. We had a great thing going for a while. I feel aroused and wonder if I should get off right here. But then an idea forms in my head. I step out of the room and walk down to the main bedroom. The thought of Greg walking in and finding me on his bed does cross my mind. God knows the men in this family are a fuck on two legs. I step out of my shoes and stroll over to the large dresser where Stuck up Lynn probably gets ready every day and pick up her hairbrush. This should be interesting, I say looking at the thick handle. After I move my underwear to the side and spread my legs, I place the handle to my opening and slide it in, inch by inch until it’s seated inside me. Memories of Trev’s filthy words, the way he always knew how I needed it, are a heady aphrodisiac. I increase the vibration and find myself whimpering in ecstasy. “Oh, Trev.” I moan as I ride out what might be the best orgasm I have ever had. I open my eyes, out of breath, and see Lynn standing at the door looking at me in horror. She tries to back away, but not before I tackle her to the ground. I place a hand to her mouth. “If you shout, I’ll fucking end you right now, you hear me?” She nods, and I drag her back into the room. I am a planner, I do things by the list. This, unfortunately, was not part of my plan.
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