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The Moon Fall Incident
They called it the Moon Fall Incident. I only learned this many months after that day. This was the last day I saw my wife, the last day I was truly happy. I can still see it, that day I mean. I relive it every night in my fitful sleep.
My wife, Tiombie, and I were coming home from a busy day running errands and planning on cooking Thai food for dinner. The scent of her perfume still lingers in my nose from that day. Her laugh wraps itself around my heart and warms me at night now. Those auburn eyes that could always see through me, damn I miss them.

“What are you starring at Cade?” She asked me breaking my trance. I hung on her words for a moment. Every sound wave ingrained into my memory now.

“Cade?” She repeated
“At the you my sunrise, because you brighten my day.” I say to her. I should have told her more. I should have told her that my love for her was endless and that I’d trade the world for another day with her.
“Well, my sunset I hope you still feel that way after you wash the dishes, it’s your turn.” She said with a giggle. I would have responded to her but this is where it began. The core of my being felt so cold. That cold feeling bore a feeling of absolute evil. A feeling of malice in a pure form entered my body and paralyzed me. I could hear my wife talking but I couldn’t respond to her. My gaze drifted upward into the partly cloudy sky and I spoke without thought.

“Pull the car over right now!” I yelled out now. Tiombie swerved off the road abruptly with a scowl on her face. She started to yell at me but saw the sweat pouring off my brow and wiped my head on concern.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked me. I didn’t have an answer. This feeling was nauseating now. Before she could ask more she followed my gaze and gasped. We were both staring at a cluster of clouds in the distance. There was a perfect circle seemingly cut out of it.
“A hole in the clouds?” I say finally gaining some composure back.
“What did that?” She asked. We didn’t wait long for an answer. An enormous radiantly white orb plummeted through it and crashed into the cityscape in the distance. At first there was no sound, but all at once the sounds of the other cars on the highway swerving to a stop hit me first. Then the sound of metal being crushed and glass shattering came. Lastly the sound of various explosions deafened me. The orb shot back into the sky and the screams of survivors filled my ears now. But not in he traditional since. I felt the screams from within.
“We have to get out of here!” Tiombie yelled as she cranked the car again.
“Wait! Don’t move the car yet, look up there!” I ordered now. She hesitated but listened to me. We gazed upward and saw more circles opening in the cloud cover around the city now. Fear started to settle in now, but something told me to move now. To this day I can’t explain why I listened. My hand found the handle and pulled the door open.

“Where the hell are you going?” Tiombie yelled at me as I peered upward at the new hole opening up directly above us. I didn’t respond to her as I walked a few feet away from the car. She tried to follow and I thirst my had back at her telling her to stop. When I did her door slammed shut, rocking the car. Tiombie tried opening it from what I heard but couldn’t. I never took my eyes off the sky to confirm it. A few others got out of their cars and joined me in my gaze now. The perfect circle was mesmerizing now, and the Malice I felt in my stomach began to fade. A feeling of tranquility enveloped me, then an adrenaline rush. Something was about to happen I could feel it.
In the moment between breaths time seemed to stop. Everything froze in place and that’s when it spoke to us.

“Finally, you are ready!” A voice rumbled from within. I can’t explain it, but it felt like an ancient presence. Something unknown yet familiar at the same time. I wanted to call out tour but time started to flow again now, and we saw it now. The white orb of death and destruction was plummeting towards the earth now. I’ve never seen something move so fast before.
“The Time is now!” The voice rang out again. My body moved finally, I didn’t know why but I thrust my hands upward with my eyes jammed shit waiting to feel a hot crushing death. Something I could only describe as power welled up in my gut and I felt my body and mind strain beyond belief. I winced and groaned but poured everything I had into maintaining this feeling. It felt like an eternity went by before I felt a small bit of relief.

“Cade, look up!” My wife called to me from the car. I opened my eyes, slowly letting the light enter. The orb was hovering above the road about a 100 yards away. Getting a good look at it now, it looked like a small moon.

“Did we do this?” A blond haired guy in fatigues asked staring in my direction. I looked around and saw a few more people got out of their cars and were holding their hands up now.

“I don’t know, but I’m glad it stopped.” I say finally taking a breath. I turned my focus back on the moon and he did the same. I don’t know what he thought of but something made me think I wanted it gone. I searched inside for that feeling and it came lurching out again. I winced bit kept my eyes in the moon and thought of pushing it back. After a few seconds of feeling foolish it slowly began drifting upward. A few yells of triumph echoes through the street as it was pushed back. The strain got worse as I pushed harder, but I wanted it gone. With a final effort we pushed against it and it rocketed back upwards into orbit. The clouds dispersed rapidly revealing a brilliant blue sky now. A calm set in amongst the crowd as we felt like we overcame death. I can only hope that was the case.

I turned to face my wife and I couldn’t move. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and never let her go. I wanted to taste her luscious lips just once more. Bask in the luminous glow of her supple brown skin, but all I could do was drop to my knees crippled by exhaustion. The last thing I could see was her beating on the glass trying to get to me before I blacked out.

An unknown amount of time later

Have you ever had a hangover and got woken up by a continuous obnoxious banging? That was my life currently. My eyes still hadn’t open yet but my other senses were compensating. I could smell wood burning, possibly a campfire. The obnoxious banging was coupled with cursing at a door that wouldn’t open. There was someone sobbing around me as well. My mouth felt gritty, was there sand in my mouth? I tried to spit it out but my mouth was too dry to do so. My limbs felt like they were injected with led, it was impossible hard to try and prop myself up. I rubbed the floor slowly realizing that i was laying on a stone or cement flooring. The sobs intensify and I realize someone is talking now.
“…up…. Get up man! How long are you going to be a zombie?” The voice asked. It was familiar. The soldier from the highway. My eyes creeped open and the light from the fire stung them shut again.
“What hit me?” I groan holding my head attempting to open my eyes again.
“A fucking moon. Now get up and help me open this door.” He ordered. I scan the room and now and everything is stone, a brown stone room with paintings on the walls. Three sides were completely solid minus the huge door in the center of the wall opposite of the opening leading to a balcony. The sun looked like it was rising in the distance, over a mountain. A mountain? I live in a region of Georgia that isn’t mountainous. Panic sets in and I force myself up and rush for the balcony. I rushed headlong for the edge now without a thought before my hand was grabbed and I was yanked back. The soldier pulled me back and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Hold steady man! We’ve already lost one guy who thought this was a trick.” He said to me leading me slowly to the edge. He pointed down into the ravine we were apparently sitting on top of. Across the rocks below ere the bloody remains of another man wearing robes. I take a second to process seeing a dead body and look at the soldier and myself. We were dressed in brown robes.
“Thanks… umm..”
“Carter. Jonathan Carter.” He answered.
“Cade Harris.” I say shaking his hand. The sound of sobs enters my ears again and visions of my wife come flooding back. I turn towards it hopefully only to be met with crushing disappointment.

“Where is my wife? Where are we?” I say starting to panic. Carter grabbed my shoulders and shook me as hard as he could now.

“Hey I’m not having both of you break down on me. Shit one of you already committed suicide. We have to man up and get back to our families! I can’t answer any of your questions, but I do plan on going home.” He said confidently. He let me go and heads back to the door and returns to kicking it. I stare at the sunrise and wonder how long I’ve been here and if my wife was okay. The sobs break my train of thought and I head over to the small Indian woman huddled in the corner.
“Hey, miss? What’s your name?” I say trying to calm her. She wipes her eyes and tries to speak now.

“Fatima kumari.” She said with a shaking voice. I hold my hand out to her and offer to help her up. She reluctantly takes it.

“Carter is right. We have to get our heads together and get out of here.” I say to her. She wipes her eyes again and nods in affirmation. The three of us pull prod and kick the hell out of this stone door for hours now. The three of us fall to the ground with our backs on the stone door now exhausted, frustrated and starting to get hungry.
The sun was high in the sky now, the only things we’ve learned this far was we were devoid of all technology. Carter was on his third deployment and has seen actual combat. Fatima was a pediatrician, and didn’t want to die a virgin. Lastly, I was sadly resulting to coming up with jokes that started with “A white guy, Black guy, and Indian girl walk into a bar…” in an effort to not break down in tears.

“Okay Carter we’ve done everything how the hell do we get out of here?” I asked now growing angry.

“I thinking man. What I wouldn’t give for some explosives right now.” He said before cursing under his breath. Fatima sat quietly wiping her eyes and fighting more tears. I thought about my wife and stood up. My body was moving on its own, because I didn’t have the energy to do this.
“I’m coming to you my Sunrise.” I growl as I place both my palms on the stone door. Carter stood up behind me with Fatima following suit.
“Just take a break man. You’re gonna pass out if you continue.” He said to me.
“He’s right, we haven’t had any food or water, continuing can be dangerous.” Fatima says now.
“Listen to the doctor. Even though she isn’t the least bit winded. How?” Carter asks now. She looks at him just as baffled. She realized at that moment she wasn’t tired in the least. Not hungry or thirsty.
“I’m getting out of this prison!” I yell at the door now. I heard them say word of caution but I was tuning them out as I muster all I could into pushing he door. That feeling from before creepy out of my core. That power welled up and I started wishing this door could be open. It was standing in between me and my wife filling me with rage. The powers radiated to my extremities now and the ground around me trembled.

“Hey what are you doing?” Carter yelled startled now. The ground cracked between his legs and he jumped towards Fatima.

“Let. Us. Out!” I yelled and a surge of power erupted from my body blowing the door to pieces. A smile crept across my face as the weakness set in and I started to fall. Both Carter and Fatima catch me and keep me on my feet.

“Stay with us!” Fatima says worried.
“Holy shit bro!” Carter exclaims in a mixture of awe and pride.
“Let’s get out of here.” I say weakly to them. Without another word we start walking through the path of rubble I created into the unknown.

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Sweet Justice

I wrote a Short Story about a killer with a hard on for justice in his own way… Tell me what you think

One Shot: Sweet Justice

 

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

4:00pm Friday

 

Like clockwork Elizabeth Jackson left her law office, Jackson and Associates, and headed for her Mercedes parked in the parking lot. She regarded the people around her as mere fodder as she achieved her dreams. Successfully achieving all her ambitions was the only thing that mattered to Elizabeth Jackson. Whether it was cutting someone off on the road to get somewhere on time, or cutting a deal with the biggest drug dealers in Horry County she would do it. All for her love of the mighty dollar. Her car cranked with a silent purr and she rushed out of the parking lot. I cranked up my Ford Pick-up and followed a few car lengths behind.

 

As usual she drives for forty-five minutes to go to Little River and pulls into a Super 8 hotel off Highway 17. It sits a little ways back from the highway, so I pulled into the Burger King that sat across from it. With binoculars in hand I watched the brunette Elizabeth Jackson pull a blonde wig out of her bag and adorn herself with it. I had no clue why she would cover her beautiful black hair. She covered up her beautiful green eyes with dark aviator sunglasses and got out of her car. She reached into her backseat and pulled out an oversized black trench coat to cover her body. Once a day before she made her journey to her beach house and husband Joseph, she would go to the Super 8 to have sex with her lover. I’ve identified her lover as Laylah Hartman, a black woman with curly light brown hair. She’s an accountant who is also married and has a five year old child. They met in a bar a few weeks ago and started this lesbian love fest. They come here daily to fuck like champions with sex toys galore before they go home and give their husbands bland unemotional sex.

 

I adjusted myself in my seat and focused the lens on my binoculars and found that today they have escalated things today. They greet each other outside with a big kiss, normal behavior for them, but today they decide to do lines of coke on the hood of the Mercedes. This was a new twist for them, but the levels of arousal have definitely gone up. Laylah began grouping Elizabeth’s breast from behind and guided her into their usual room, Room number 9. I ordered a whopper from the Burger King as I usually do when waiting for these two to finish and settled into the seat of my Ford. The thought of their meeting flashed into my head now. They meet at the bar that I work at, Mickey’s. Elizabeth came into the bar wearing her blonde wig and glasses that night. She had a form fitting red dress on and that is what caught Laylah’s attention. She was sitting on Bruce Kingston’s lap grinding her body against his erect cock as usual in the back of the bar. He noticed how enamored she was with the blond that was coming to see him for and decided to be graceful. “Go ahead baby, you can have her after we are done.” He said to her with a gleam in his eyes.

Elizabeth’s nipples became erect as she sat across from Laylah, was basically wearing a pink bathing suit with a white skirt. Bruce Kingston was for lack of a better word, a kingpin. He has moved more drugs into this city than any previous drug lord. He supplied the little black kids you see moving all the drugs and getting locked up. He is the cause of many of the drug related violence cases and overdoses. I fucking hated him, but he was making a living doing what he could with the supplies he had at hand. I’ll handle him indirectly. Once I’m done with the whore Elizabeth. Bruce pulled out a brief case filled with what I estimated to be a few hundred thousand dollars and began talking to the lawyer. He hired her as his personal lawyer and paid her off to side with him no matter what. This made his legal team complete. Working as a bartender here I’ve seen him pay off a Judge, the captain of the Narcotics division of the police force, and now a lawyer.

Elizabeth agreed without much thought once she saw the money on the table and she was dismissed so Laylah can do what she pleased with the money hungry wench. From there the taboo romance began between these two low life females. Once away that’s when Bruce turned his attentions to his bottle. His blue eyes looked like he stole the sky and encased them in two globes, but they had the tendency to look violent when he spoke to men like me. “Hey Johnny boy! Refresh my drink and be useful.” He ordered me. I scowled as I fixed him another Crown and Coke. I watched the two harpies dance around each other, and it made my blood boil knowing that they could support such criminal endeavors. The world should be rid of these two pathetic weak females, and Bruce should be behind bars.

Elizabeth exited the room, face red with passion and pleasure. She took her embroidered handkerchief and wiped her face and neck with it. With pep in her step she got into her car and drove off. I started to follow, but Laylah was breaking her traditional routine. She didn’t leave the room immediately, I turned my gaze back towards her and she was doing another line on the desk in the cheap room. Tonight is the end for her then, two months of watching these bitches fuck each other is too long. I put the truck in park and grabbed my bag out of the truck bed. I lowered my ball cap and ambled across the street. I made my way to Super 8 room number 9 and I walked in and closed the door. Laylah turned to me and regarded me with her brown eyes with awe and fear. The coke began to take effect and gave her an air of confidence and she licked her lips and spoke, “Look I’m not on the clock baby so if you want some ass you are going to get it from somewhere else.” I looked her up and down, analyzing her C cup breast and thick thighs, and I could see why she was seen as attractive. This was a fine specimen of black woman, physically, but every other aspect was worthy of the punishment I am going to give out.

“Honey, I don’t want a damn thing from someone who associates with Bruce Kingston.” I told her. Her eyes grew wide as her bosses name registered in her pathetic psyche. She quickly reached for her bag on the end table and I struck her across her temple with a closed fist. She went down hard on the bed, unconscious. Her brown skinned body lay before me and I grew erect from the thoughts of punishing her. I stripped her off her whore dress and ripped it to shreds. This was a pleasurable act in itself to unleash her voluptuous body to the world. I removed a black rope from my bag and tied her down to the bed. Once bound I bound her mouth, and began to slap her face. She showed no signs of regaining consciousness so I removed my jacket and loosened the collar on my shirt.

After I let her sleep for a few minutes and contemplated how to dispose of her. She began to come to and started whimpering and crying. But it’s too late for tears, “Far too late for tears whore.” I say to her in a deep voice. She shivers at the sound of my voice. I mount her warm flesh and press my crotch against hers as I put my face near hers. She smells of strawberries and was soft to the touch. I see why Bruce kept her around as his choice concubine. I grabbed her neck and began to squeeze ever so gently. She squirmed and I applied more pressure. Her brilliant shade of brown on her face slowly began to turn purple before I released her neck. Her breasts were begging to be claimed by me so I grabbed them with vigor. She groaned in pain as tears escaped her eyes. “Are you going to talk Laylah?” I asked her in a calming voice. She only continued to cry. There was nothing I hated more than the tears of a woman. The only thing worse was a woman who didn’t deserve the same rights as a good woman crying.

I began to stroke her tender thighs and work my way to her precious womanhood. She tensed up at my touch and I knew I had her attention now. “I’m going to ask again, are you going to talk Laylah?” I asked as I continued to circle my fingers around her clitoris. She nodded yes and I reached up and removed the gag from her mouth. She took a deep haggard breath before she spoke, “Why are you doing this?” She asked as the tears continued to roll. I placed my finger upon her luscious lips to quiet her. I wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled down upon her. “You don’t get to cry Laylah. You work for Bruce Kingston. He is a bad man, don’t you know that?” I asked her as I plunged two of my fingers knuckle deep into her quivering pussy. She tensed at the pain and yelped in unexpected surprise. Tears began to fall anew as she tried to squirm away from me. I reached down and pulled a crowbar from my bag and slammed it down next to her. She yelped in fear and stopped squirming. “Don’t make me use this on you, do you understand me?” I ordered. She nodded again became very still. “Now young lady, do you remember me from the bar? Your boss liked to call me Johnny Boy.”  I asked her. Her eyes grew wide with realization now.

“Johnny Boy why the fuck are you doing this?” She screamed at me. I pulled a knife out of the bag and made a small incision on her right thigh. She screamed as the searing pain took its effect. “Now you see that I have no time for games. Tell me, when is Bruce getting his next big shipment?” I demanded. She seemed to change once I mentioned Bruce’s business. Her eyes grew determined and she reared up her head and spat on me. For a second I was too shocked at the change to react. Once my mind wrapped around the situation and I came to, my fist was pounding her face for the third time and she was bleeding from her lower lip. She was crying out for help loudly between my strikes, and I eventually gagged her again.

“So, that is what he trained his hoes to do? Disrespect men and themselves by spitting on people. You sick bitch I don’t know where your mouth has been and you dare spit on me?” I back hand slapped her and stood up, as she squirmed around in agony. I spotted her cell phone on the table and let a smile creep across my face. “You know, I’ve seen you Laylah. You live on your phone. Whether you are scheduling a whore call from Elizabeth, or doing your boss’s bidding you put it in your phone. That makes you expendable since I have that.” I say to her as I take my pants off. My erect penis stands proud once free and I mount the bed again. She tries to get away from me, but I place the blade on her stomach and trace a line down the middle cutting her superficially. She let out a high pitched whine and I plunged my penis into her. She tried to fight it as I pumped her harder each time. The tears kept falling and I’ve had enough. I take the crowbar lying beside her and strike her across the head. Her body grew still then she released her final breath and I came within her.

I looked down on her with disdain and picked up her phone from the table. After a few minutes of playing with the iPhone I found the schedule for major drug deals tying Bruce to a few Latino drug cartels that were starting to make some noise in the area. No doubt just another front where those involved don’t even realize they are just around to take attention off of him. “Perfect. Thank you for doing a good job Laylah.” I say to her as I began to wrap her up in the bed sheets. Once bundled I stuffed her into a sleeping bag and left the room to find a house keeping cart. I raided it for new sheets and came back to make the bed. The phone began to vibrate in my pocket as I left the room again to pull up my truck. I didn’t pay it any attention as I focused on clean up. The sun was long gone, I didn’t realize how long I’d been beating that bitch. Once it was clear I stuffed her into the bed of my truck and covered it up. With a quick wipe down of the room I gathered my things and left.

I pulled back onto highway 17 and headed back towards Myrtle Beach. I exited the main road and took a path towards the Intracoastal Waterway. I took some of the lord’s natural stones and loaded the sleeping bag up with them. Once she was heavy enough I tossed her into the dark waters below to become shrimp bait. Finally, I inspected the whore’s phone to see that she got a few messages from Bruce about making a few deals in the next few days that she needs to add to the schedule. I had to give it to the man, he was always busy but it was time to stop him.

I pulled out my own cell and called up another patron of the bar, officer Don Marks. He was a ten year veteran of the force and shared his deep hate for Bruce Kingston. His was because Bruce killed his kid in a car accident, and the judge just let him off the hook with a minimal fine, or saying that it was just an accident or something. I didn’t read too much into it. I didn’t really care, I just knew I had someone I could use for my own agendas. I heard him clear his throat along with the distinctive knocking of ice against a glass before he spoke. He was probably having his favorite drink, Hennessy Black on the rocks.

“Marks, make it worth my time Bartender.” He said in a deep raspy voice. I laughed a bit to myself as I watched the whore sink, “How does taking down Bruce Kingston down sound to you?” He coughed again before speaking, “You are bullshitting me aren’t you? What do you have?” He asked in a demanding voice. I knew I had him interested now, and that was all I wanted so he could do his job.

“I’m forwarding you his schedule for the next month. That should be sufficient enough to set up a sting right?” I say starting to grow excited now. My cock started to fight against my denim as I thought of this narcotic dealing fuck being behind bars. “… Bartender, Bartender are you there?” He asked me. I hadn’t realized I was in my own world thinking about taking care of these people who think they are without fault. I snap out of the thoughts and spoke “Yes, I’m sending it now. Do your job.” I say before hanging up. I forward the entire schedule to him and he simply replied, thanks. I cranked up my truck and headed back for highway 17. The iPhone began to vibrate again, a text message from Elizabeth. She simply sent, “I’m home alone for the next three days, come FUCK me now!” My cock grew hard again at the thought of punishing the false blond lawyer. I replied, “I’m coming for you,” with a smile on my face. As I headed for the Grande Dunes where she lived she sent Laylah a picture of her masturbating on her bed. Soon enough I’ll punish her too.

Crossing over into the Grande Dunes community was like headed to the Hollywood of Myrtle Beach. This place looked like it couldn’t be touched by dirt or the other members of this city. You had to be rich to even visit this place. I hated it here, but it was the perfect place for a criminal lawyer to live her lavish life. Her home’s front yard was beach front property, and the home stood about four floors high. I pulled up behind the home on the street access side studied the home as I’ve been doing for a while now. She usually spent her time on the top floor, the floor containing her master bedroom and in home office. When home she usually goes through law books and files to prepare for her next day’s case. The relations between her and her husband have become farther and farther apart since she met Laylah. The idiot was so caught up in her beauty he didn’t even realize there was another person ripping up his home life.

I sat outside for a while to case the place and Elizabeth was starting to become impatient. She sent multiple pictures of pleasuring herself to Laylah’s phone and kept asking where she was. I would only reply “I was on the way.” Her patients began to wear thin as she exited her home and paced around on her back porch. Even in the moonlight I could see she was wearing nothing but a blue silk robe as she paced around barefoot with a drink in her hand. She would periodically pick up her phone and scan for new messages from Laylah only to become disappointed again. I exited my truck and snuck onto her property now. I snuck around the side of her home and hid near the porch where she paced flaunting her erect nipples. She called Laylah’s phone that I’ve long since turned off and was sent straight to voicemail.

“Dammit Laylah if you didn’t want to see me then fucking say so! Don’t just lead a girl on when she’s wearing nothing but the suit God gave her and drinking!” she fussed as she walked inside her home. I mounted the porch and rushed in behind her. “She wasn’t leading you on, Elizabeth.” I say to her calmly. The look on her face as she turned around almost brought me to a state of orgasmic bliss. She stumbled backwards over her couch and hit the ground with a healthy thud. She scrambled to a standing position and I sprang forward before she could run. She screamed before I tossed her back over the couch. “Shut the fuck up, no one likes a screamer Elizabeth.” I taunted as I reached down and yanked her blond wig off of her head. She was more beautiful as a black haired woman, and I was going to have fun tonight.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” She yelled in fear as she struggled to get up. I took my time walking around the couch to get a full frontal view of the nude woman. My cock was telling me to punish her, but my heart wants her to know full well why she’s suffering. The rich never know how they are doing wrong, but today she will learn. I tower over her and smile before speaking, “I’m the man who is going to punish you just like I punished Laylah.” Her eyes grew wide and filled with terror. Unexpectedly she kicked me in the thigh and scrambled to her feet to run. I laughed at the minor pain in my leg and chased her up her stairs. “You should have run when you met Bruce Kingston! You should have run from Laylah instead of fucking her so much. You should have done your job as a lawyer and not fallen into the criminal element!” I saw bounding up the stairs.  I followed her likely path to her bedroom and kicked in the door.

A gunshot rang out and a hole was in the wall next to my head. I started shaking my head with a smile as I stared at the naked lawyer holding a 357 Magnum in hand and trembling. “You’ve got to learn to fire that thing if you are going to have a firearm in the home.” She let off another round and it was closer to its mark. Before she could perfect her aim I tackled her to the ground. “Get off of me! Why are you doing this?” She yelled out as she struggled under me. Her warm naked body felt so good under my own. My cock screamed to ravage her, but my ears pleaded to shut her up. I slammed my hand over her mouth and pressed against her skull to help me stand up. She groaned in pain and tried to kick again. I caught her foot and drug her across the floor and out of the room. She screamed in protest as we headed for the stairway. I grabbed her neck and hoisted her up over the top stair and kissed her tenderly. With my free hand I explored her womanhood, it was just as tender as I imagined it would be.

She cried out as the feeling of a man’s finger entered her body. I licked her tears as I squeezed her neck tighter. She began to cough and turn the most wonderful shade of red. “I know you wonder why this is happening, but it’s simple really. You shouldn’t aid a drug dealer simply because he throws cash at you. You shouldn’t cheat on your husband with a lesbian prostitute either. In fact bitches like you shouldn’t live.” I say before I toss her down the stairs. She flew backwards a few feet before hitting the stairs and rolling backwards. Her head slammed into the landing then she tumbled down the other flight of stairs. I bound down after her and laid her flat on her back. She screamed out as the pain shook her body. Patting her face gently and beckoning her to be quiet I leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry, you should see Laylah soon you bitch.”

Elizabeth tried to push me off of her, but she lacked the strength. I started part her thighs and she cried out “I can pay you! I’ll pay you to stop this!” I laughed and unsheathed my throbbing cock and thrust it into her. She cried out in pain and I started to fuck her good and hard on her hardwood floors. She kept pleading for me to stop, but I wasn’t done yet. I wrapped my hands around her neck and told her, “This will help you atone for all the violence and death you have caused by aiding a drug dealer. Take this with dignity.” I saw as I start to crush her trachea in hand. She turned damn purple as she gagged for air. I stated fucking her harder until I fired my essence deep within her. This was justice. Sweet justice as her heart took its final beat and she the twisted dark soul left her eyes.

I loaded her up in her husband’s boat and hitched it to my truck. Once I took it to the local dock I took her a few miles offshore and dumped her where she belong. I took the boat back and left the home a distant memory. The next day I was back at Mickey’s serving drinks to my patrons. Plenty of newcomers with the holidays coming up soon and plenty of possible criminals. But one criminal in particular was apprehended after he attempted to make a deal at the docks by Officer Marks. I guess no one will be calling me “Johnny Boy” anymore.

My shift was going well until I saw an older white gentleman slap his female friend and pour his beer on her yelling “I told you that you were going to fuck him and anyone else I bring to you bitch. You have a debt to pay.” He then turned to me and slammed the empty bottle on the table, “Hey Mac, when am I getting another damn beer!?” I fished another bottle from the cooler and a smile crept onto my face, “Don’t worry man. You are next.”

 

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