The problem lies in him.

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David is stood outside the door, his wife i having sex, he has a knife...how will it end?

Submitted: April 21, 2009

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The problem lies in him. He knows how to do it. He knows why to do it. He’s just too realistic to do it. The knife goes across the throat, digging deep into the skin. That’s how it’s done; the problem was he knew the consequences. The law is basically rules made up to form a ‘perfect society'. In this country we all know that a lot of them are biblical. Do not steal, do not kill your whore of a wife when she rips out your heart and makes you watch the stray, hungry, red eyed dogs eat it. The law is how they want it to be. David studied the law we abide and didn’t agree entirely. As he stood there, silently, like a shadow, he could almost taste what would happen next. The blood pumped out by her still beating heart, her lungs trying desperately for that last sweet breath, her body steadily growing pale under the sharp end of a long blade. He stood in the shadows, unseen by the woman and her new toy boy on the other side of the door. A thin strip of light is escaping from the small bedroom, the door slightly ajar, he walked past the light peering into the horrific goings on. She was so soft; he skin was always the perfect shade of peach, her breasts like two perfectly formed hills, merging with their surroundings, but still so obvious and perfect. Her hair was elegantly blond; it flowed from side to side as her body pressed against you. She was so perfect, why did she go and cheat on him? Why did she show her perfectly aligned body to the over grown ogre laid in her bed. David stood still and silent, watching his wife and the ogre’s bodies getting closer and closer, and then seeming to repel apart to come back again. Her moans were piercing the silence like a knife through butter. He listened as her moans were half stifled by his ogre like groans. She was perfect to David, but deserved to die. David stood and waited for at least half an hour, watching their bodies move up and down. Hearing his and her climax reach its peak, the worst part was they continued. His wife’s womb would be holding the fruits of another man’s labour. Why would she want his children and not David’s? This was the end; he felt his fist tighten around the handle of the blade. He quickly swung the door open catching them both unawares. As the fumbled clumsily to grab the covers, David swiftly marched towards the bed and grabbed his wife by the head. Her screams were saddening to David but he didn’t care. The glory of finally defeating the hope of a better life tasted so sweet. The man was shouting, David didn’t care, and he put the knife at one end of her soft peach neck. In one swift action the knife had reached the other end of her perfect neck, blood began to ooze out of the gaping hole in her throat. It was exactly how he imagined it, the blood pumped out, the last sweet breath not given to her. Her body fell hopelessly to the floor, her skin pale and as soft as it ever will be. She lay perfectly on the floor next to her own pool of freshly drawn blood. The knife left David’s hand and hit the floor with a dull clunk. The ogre of a man was running to tackle him; it was remarkable how much time seemed to slow down. David watched the ogre fumble and fall towards him, eventually he made it. Tackled down to the ground, David mealy smiled, his stomach groaned in agony. His mouth filled slowly with white foam. The world began to fade away gently as he felt his body convulse and seizure. He had killed his perfect wife, his perfect job, his perfect house and is perfect life within one day. Victory was his as he lay n the floor with the ogres voice slowly fading into the darkness, it was cold, it was dark...it was silent.


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