Insect_Soul

She ran her hands through his thick, black, silky hair. "So soft",she mused to herself.
Then she let her hands stray down his neck and across his finely muscled shoulders.

"Good lord you have such smooth skin." She whispered into his ear.
He whimpered. She walked around in front of him and back handed him hard across the mouth. She liked the sound of the slap the best.

"Shut up before I cut your throat open." Then she bent down and kissed his mouth hard, biting on his lower lip. "Damn, you are so fine. I'm glad I got to screw you before tieing you up."

She walked over to a round table in the cornor of the hotel room she'd brought him to, and dialed the number. While waiting for an answer, she lit a cigarette.

"Yes?"
"Target acquired."
"Good. Follow through with the medicine and leave. We'll contact you later."
"Follow through with the medicine and leave. You'll contact me later." she said mechanically.
"Correct."

She hung up and took another drag off her cigarette and exhaled slowly. Picking up her purse, she opened a small
zippered compartment containing a syringe. Carrying it with her back to the bed, she grabbed the satin black eye
shades she'd used while playing with the man in the room, now tied to a chair, and walked up behind him pulling
it down over his face. She told him,"Just relax. You liked this last night didn't you? Think of it in the same way. You
won't be as lucky this morning of course, but you can still think of it in the same way. Just a precursor to a nice
sleep." and with that she inserted the fine tip of the needle into his neck and pushed the plunger down slowly. Even
before she'd pulled the needle out, his head went slack and hung down towards his belly.

He couldn't hear her anymore, but as she got dressed she told him how good he had felt in her arms, how nice it was to have had him to romp with for awhile, and how sorry she was that he had been born only to come to this end.

"If there is reincarnation baby, maybe next time you'll choose a safer path in life. Or, at least pick better freinds."

Carrying her purse and one small bag, she walked out of the room closing the door behind her. As she walked through the lobby to pick up her car, another man walked in past her.
"Good morning Ma'am" he said as he passed her.
"Good morning" she replied mechanically.

It was her husband, going in to do what all good husbands do for their wives: clean up her mess.

posted by .. @ 12:36 AM