The Withered Wife

Silence said the devil in the damsels ear.Her throat dry and stunned shut with fear.She could feel his hands surround her waist as the dark little beads of sweat started to drip down the reddened flesh that made the pain inside ease.A soul so pure began to wither winter whispers in the whistling wind outside.Jagged razors splitting her apart to let the seeds flow.He crippled her.She could feel the rage.The lies his emerald eyes sold her time after time.The w***e he had taken as his mistress with that vivacious body of skanky skeevy perfection.She would destroy them both.The beast crawling within her made it perfectly easy.Planning.Scheming the perfect murder scene of sexual immortality.

The dimness of the room illuminated by only the scarlet candles gave the black paint on the walls a seemingly luminescent demean.Her lace teddy hugging her hour glass silhouette.Sipping straight whiskey when the gold of the door knob began to turn.His gaze of surprise found her and she smiled devilishly up at him.Pulling him down on top of her.Her tongue darting into her mouth.Making him an offer he could not refuse.He gave into her facade so easily without thought.Holding her hips he stood on his knees and let her undo his belt.She knelt before him on all fours.Unzipping his pants using only her teeth.His c**k sprang free.Rock solid.

She licked the head slowly.Tasting the salt of his precum.Ravishing it.Gripping his c**k in her small palms.Running her tongue over the sensitive crown in small circles.He held her head and thrust hips.Wanting her to suck more of his endowment.She gladly took every inch down.down.Sucking hard.He was moaning louder.Pulsating against her tonsils.A surge of wickedness awakening in her.She bit down until she could feel his misery.The same agony he had inflicted upon her when he threw their marriage away.He punched her in the head.Jerking.Blood seeping in deliciousness she pulled his penis off.Spitting it at him.Pushing him down into the floor.

He tried so hard to crawl away but she pinned him down.Laughing manically as she took the small hatchet and held it above his head.He hit her in a desperate attempt to escape and she brought it down hard onto his hand.Splitting the bone clear in two. Looking down at him with an infinite coldness."You dirty b*****d,How does it feel,Huh,DO YOU LOVE THAT B***H NOW BECAUSE YOU WON'T BE SNEAKING INTO HER BED AGAIN"

"THINK I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU REALLY HAVE BEEN WORKING LATE AT"."BETWEEN THAT S***S LEGS IS WHERE YOUR PAPERWORK WAS ALL ALONG"."BUT IF YOU EXPECT MERCY THEN YOU WILL NOT FIND IT HERE BECAUSE YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE AND OH HONEY HOW I HAVE MADE MINE"

She took her ring and shoved it down his throat.Listening to him choke.Then taking his severed c**k and letting it follow the trail.He had not died from a heart attack yet but he would by her hand.Bleeding to death.

Strutting to the closet she dragged the bag of mutilated horror for him to see.His lover's marred head.Her blonde hair covered in dry blood and clumped with mud.Those big brown eyes were now just empty maggot infested sockets.

The lights went out.She slit his throat.All the while never breaking her stare.One last time.No more.She smeared her lipstick and her eyeshadow.Irises a jet black.The void alive in her.Revenge was hers.Now only to feed them to the worms where no man would dare find them.She would miss his c**k a bit but she could live without his bullshit.Afterall she was the withered bride.Encouraged by the devils cry.