Til Death do us Part

The knife penetrates easily, the silver blade gleaming as it delicately slides into the flesh. Blood drips from the incision pouring into a puddle of crimson rain on the floor. It was a beautiful moment, and Navaeh savored it before extracting the weapon and letting the body of the frail girl, Gwen, collapse onto the floor.1

The situation was absolutely orgasmic. Gwen's face as the knife protruded her abdomen was priceless. A bittersweet mixture of shock and fear laced with release was painted across her face. Her soul leaked from her lifeless body to be absorbed by Nevaeh. This was the only time Nevaeh felt whole. She held the fate of an individual life in her cracked hands. She was God, and she was relentless.2

Gwen slammed against the cool tile twitching as gasping for air. Her lips were tainted with blood as she choked on her demise. Blood slithered down her skin trickling onto the floor mixed with salty tears. She had never expected this especially from someone so intimiate with her, but now here she is, her once silky blond hair that cascading across her porceline face now stringy and soaked in perspiration. Her eyelids slowly sunk to a closing as she faded into oblivion.3

Nevaeh towered over the body carefully observing every curve. She pressed her fingers into the wound, her fingers moistening from the fluid, and closed her eyes taking in Gwen's final helpless moan. The skin felt so smooth, a clean cut, and her insides were so raw and tender. Nevaeh couldn't help but drift into ecstasy. She leaned over and passionately kissed Gwen's lifeless lips then crashed into reality. There was so much work to do.4

SHe had contemplated her situation. An hour had passed since they began their meeting. Forbidden to see each other, the couple had to sneak away for a reunion any chance they got, which was rare. That was what brought them here to the abandoned building behind Nevaeh's house. 5

Nevaeh had these sadistic thoughts taunting her mind for quite some time, but overpowered it with her undying love for Gwen. It was completely unplanned for this to happen, though it was a strange coincidence that Nevaeh just happened to have a knife within her grasp. When Gwen graced her presence with fragile purity, Nevaeh was just overcome and acted on impulse. As the knife forced its way into her stomach, Nevaeh almost felt a tinge of regret soon to be replaced as Gwen moaned in agony.6

Now here they are. No one knew where Gwen had disappeared except Nevaeh who stared with intrigue at her corpse. Desire pumped through her veins, but she tried to fight it off. She had to dispose of the body right away. It's just Gwen looked so beautiful...7

Still the clock is ticking, and Nevaeh must focus on sparing herself prison time. She grabs a shovel and dashes outside into the woods to dig a grave. After much sweating and struggling she returns with a trash bag. She shoves it quickly over Gwen's body stopping momentarily to observe the ring on Gwen's left ring finger. The diamon glistens in Nevaeh's eyes reminding her of the day she presented Gwen with this treasure. This is the symbol of her love, and she just couldn't let it die with Gwen.8

She tugs at the ring, but it refuses to budge. Gwen's decaying hand had swelled so greatly. She only has one option. She reaches for the knife nearby and slices at the flesh of Gwen's finger. The finger falls to the floor, and Nevaeh snatches it up and pockets it as a souvenier.9

She then disposes of her lover and returns to the old building. She douses it in gasoline then strikes a match. Standing outside she watches the fire dance in front of her eyes and grins. She never realized love could be so wonderful.