Part1

Professor Deacon calmly waited for his wife to return home. There was no doubt in his mind she'd be back. She may have said she was never coming back but she could never go very long without looking at her jewelry. Yes, she'd be back. Then he'd get her.
"Hello Professor."
Deacon slowly opened his eyes. He must have passed out, nothing to worry about though. As he sat there and looked at his wife he could feel the strength and hate returning to him.
"I've come back for my jewelry. I don't know what I was thinking leaving without it. You know how fond I am of my diamonds."
The Professor said nothing. just stared at his wife thinking how he'd do it.
"Steve's in the car, I'll be back in a jiffy. Don't go anywhere." she said with a laugh.
That evil uncompromised, high society laugh. Deacon never liked it. But Deacon wasn't thinking about that now. He was still blinking back shock that she brought him back here. That bitch! It wasn't enough to sleep with him in his bed but to bring him here now, man, what a cunt!
That's how it all started. He came home from work yesterday to the sound of her laugh. As Deacon climbed the stairs to his room he thought 'I can't remember the last time I heard her laugh like that.' The closer he got to their room the more certain he became that there was a man's voice behind that door. 'Must be the tv' he said to himself but he couldn't get rid of the anxiety in his gut. When he opened the door and saw them, he lost it. Professor Deacon who has always been so calm and collected had blacked out.
Now, he repositioned himself to look out the window and just as she said there he was. Young, attractive rich Steve Somers. 'That kids got balls showing up here after what they did.' He'd show them he'd get them for what they did.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs brought Deacon back to reality, he braced himself for what he was about to do.
Once she reached the bottom step Deacon flung himself at her catching her by surprise, no scream escaped her lips. Just shock spread across her face. As Deacon puled the knife out of her chest, he smiled.
Just as suddenly as satisfaction hit him disappointment came, it wasn't enough. He plunged the knife deep into her chest over and over again, blood spraying all over. It was on his face, clothes her precious carpet. As Deacon turned toward the door to deal with Steve he saw a glimmer. The bitch was wearing his mothers earrings. In a rage Deacon cut them off. He'd be damned if she took those with her.
Deacon turned opened the door and screamed. There she was standing there wearing those earrings with a smug look on her face. The Professor looked down to his hands to find those earrings his mother loved so much only to be snapped back to reality. He couldn't see his hands; they were tied behind his back. His legs were still strapped to the legs of his chair. He suddenly remembered trying to get loose for the past 24 hours even though it aggravated the burns and cuts her and Steve had given him. No matter how he tried he couldn't get loose 'cause Steve had a yacht and used to be in the Navy and he knew how to tie a good knot. Deacon screamed the taste of duct tape washing over his mouth.
"Goodbye Professor."

Well, there's part one hope you enjoyed Part 2 will be coming shortly I've got some great ideas.