Revenge
It was on the first night he raped her
That was probably the time to get out
She stayed
On the third night, he raped her again
No sane person would stay after that
She stayed
Not a lot changed after that
Maybe the hatred grew stronger
It wasn’t till that day
She found out he was having an affair
Something finally snapped in her head
He came in
Went to his favourite bottle
His rape drink of choice
Something had changed though
He looked rather confused as he got into bed
As if he was paralysed
What's wrong honey
Don’t I do it for you any more
Wait and I’ll get naked for you
Isn’t this a turn-up for the books
Me raping you
I can honestly say that’s the best sex I’ve had this year
She lit a cigarette
Blowing smoke rings into his eyes
His brain was trying to say something
But the words didn’t seem to register
He didn’t even scream as she cut his raping tool off
Though at some point he definitely would be screaming
She left him a piece of paper with clues on where to find it
To be fair, there was more than one piece hidden around the house
A Micro surgeon's dream honey, she laughed out loud
Now, wouldn’t it be fun if your girlfriend was charged with this assault on your dignity, honey
Me being down at my sick mum’s this weekend
Let’s make that happen, honey
Bye, honey, I’ll be back for the house and money at some point
Black outfit, she thought
One will definitely need a black outfit.
Copyright © Paul Bell | Year Posted 2024
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