Reprisal -
I was in a large crowd. Yet I was alone. I glanced around and I saw her, standing there, smiling and laughing with her friends, my friends. My hatred for her consumed me, and I filled with unknown anger. She was completely content with everything she had done. All of the lies. All of the pain caused. All of it. When she left the crowd, I followed. I stayed in the shadows, as not to be seen. Once alone in a dark wood, I crept behind her, and in a single blow, I took her down. It felt amazing. But not nearly enough. I dragged her deeper into the woods, where nobody would hear her screams. I taped her unconscious body to a tree. Smiling, I pulled out my hunting knife and waited for her to come to. She awoke and a look of panic and terror filled her face, pale in the thick dark woods. I stared into her repulsive eyes and smiled, a dark cynical smile. She grew even more frightened. I flashed my knife to her and she began sobbing and shaking her head. I walked up to her and placed the knife up to her chest. I pushed it in and felt the �pop� as it broke the skins many layers. She jumped and started crying. I slid the blade down her body, still in her skin, her hide peeled apart like warm butter. It was hypnotizing. At her bare midriff I ripped it out of her. The scream echoed off the thick trees. I chuckled. The pain she had given to me was now leaving and re-entering her. She struggled to get free with no success. I began cutting her arms and legs. They gave smoothly beneath the sharpened knife. The blood was a beautiful sight. Her screams became fewer and fainter. Replaced by the energy-less moans of pain and agony. I then carved a word into her forehead, through the flesh and into her skull. It was most definantly a word she had lived up to. Now branded on her, even past death. �Slut�. Doing that made me feel much better. I was laughing now. I cut her disgusting body until it was hardly recognizable. It was a much-needed improvement. The moans were dying now, so I new it was time for me to go. For when life escaped her, she would suffer no more, and I would get no pleasure from that. Something was still there though� Everything I had done still didn�t repent for the shit she did. I needed to fill this void�
I went to her funeral before anybody else. It was a closed casket, of course. I brought gasoline and matches. And now I�m much better.
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