Cardinal Sin

This is THE day. The day of rectitude. The day of vengeance. The day of reconciliation. She was weak before, but she won’t be weak today. She was a victim before, but she certainly won’t be the victim today.

Elena waits patiently; only a matter of time. Just as she’s about to ask the waitress for the bill, she sees two men come out a shop opposite the cafe. They seem to be laughing and jubilant of what appeared to be a good end to their day at work. Yet, little did one know that he had just let out his final laugh.

Her excitement kicks in. It’s time. She hastily gets herself together and drops a tenner on the counter before she heads out. The Midnight shift commences. He turns left onto a side road as anticipated but she drops back until he turns left again down the alleyway.

As she sees him, it all comes back. His smile, his smell, his deceit, his force, his rod of hell. She swore by her mothers grave to send him First class to the Lake of Fire, where his soul would burn for eternity; to pay the price for the treachery he had inflicted on her. Steadily pacing towards him, avoiding the puddles; his blood tantalizes her, calling out her name, the urge to penetrate his skin almost unbearable, with the smell of his flesh right by her nose.
“Hey Diego, Long time”. She slows down. He turns around startled to see her tall, elegant and righteous figure, now almost right behind him. As he observes the look of carnage written on her face he presents an awkward smile; “Elena, didn’t expect to see you here”. Silence. Not a word said. She stands a metre away, glaring at his face, straight into his soul. The soul she would now set free to the demons of the underworld as she destroyed the flesh of the monster before her.  

She charges at him like a bull, headbutting him to the ground. The two scuffle on the grotty floor, splashing in the puddles. Elena hastily stands up, and stamps on his groin; giggling as he grips his manhood, and yelps in pain. She pounces on top of him and maintains a firm grip with her left hand on his neck as she brings out the knife.

A smile spreads across her face as she first slices through the front of his throat. This is it; her eyes glisten with delight as his skin peels to reveal oozing flesh. Vengeance at last. She thrusts the knife into the side of his neck, swinging the blade intimately, as his warm flesh fills her hands. Mhmm yes. The comfort she so longed for; Diego’s blood trickling between her fingers and down her wrists. Aroused; she rubs her hands together, massaging them with the blood of the savage as she looks him in the eye during his final breath.

Time for the real fun. On her knees, shes slides the side of knife smoothly down his chest; caressing the hairs on his torso, as she remembers the way his hands caressed her chest and fondled with her bosom against her own will. Suddenly, she rips him open: ‘Yes!’ she screams, indulging in every second of his death, whilst picking at his organs with the tip of the blade.

Rising to the crescendo, it was now time for her climax. The final slice; his rod of hell. Reminiscing on how Diego savagely pulled down her jeans; she gently undoes his belt, removes his trousers, and then his underwear; whilst gracefully humming the words to Die, Die, My Darling. Elena then rises to her feet, and with all her strength projects the knife directly into his manhood; feeling the metal scrape against the concrete floor as she drags the knife down between his legs. She slices it off, and sucks the blood dry from his rod, before opening his mutilated mouth to fill it with the sweet taste of his own blood. The ultimate orgasm, The ultimate murder.