A Woman Scorned

Her panic stricken eyes scanned the cold faces around. The men stood in a large circle looking awe stricken. The tears flooded her cheeks as she ran forward pushing through the loose circle and running out of the room. The joke had been a cruel one and she hadn’t even seen it coming. The frat guys couldn’t possibly have expected her reaction, at their friend’s cruel game. He had dumped her right there and then just laughed and walked out. His friends thought she would be like the rest, that she would just bitch and walk out. Instead she had broken down on the floor into a fit. They had clumped around her as she sat crying into her hands.1

Now the cold night air hit her face and soothed her nerves. The tears slowed down and she began to think more calmly. At least she thought she was. The thoughts that actually began to cross her mind were anything but calm. A mental image more gruesome than anything she had ever though before was now forming in her mind. The image of her blood soaked form standing over his limp body with a bloody butcher knife stabbing his lifeless form. Her laugh pierced through the night as the thoughts were fully formulated in her mind. His death would bring her such pleasure.2

Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked away from the frat house and into the now starting rain. The water soaked her black hair making it stick to her face. In the dim light her eyes shone almost yellow. As she walked calmly away the look on her face was one of demented determination.3

She stood in the doorway glaring at him as he focused on his physics book. She stood leaning on the frame waiting for him to notice. It took him a moment but he finally looked up. Upon seeing her he jumped. The surprise was not one he had been expecting, nor looking forward to. He had heard how she had reacted to his little joke, and was not in the mood to deal with an angry ex-girlfriend.4

“Look, I told you we’re over What are you doing here?” He swung his feet to the side of the bed and was about to get up. He stopped though and looked at her, waiting for a response. She stepped into the room and looked him in the eyes. She mustered a deceptive look of mixed innocence and lust. She looked his half naked form up and down and took another step forward, reaching for the door behind her and swinging it shut. The door slammed and she opened her mouth to answer.5

“I just thought that I could make you reconsider you decision?” She turned away and locked the door and then spun on her heals to face him again. She walked toward him and placed her hands on his shoulders.6

“I think, that, umm, you should, umm, leave.” The assurance in his voice was gone though. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, lifting her already short skirt even higher. As she did this, he noticed that she wasn’t wearing underwear. She lifted his book from his chest and threw it on the floor. He didn’t resist now, he was more than intrigued, and figured he could dump this girl again in the morning. For now he would enjoy the moment. 7

She ran her hands up his chest and to his neck and kissed him fully on the lips. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth and began exploring its depths. He responded by moving his hands from the bed to her legs and sliding them gently and slowly up her body. He stopped momentarily at her ass, sliding his hands under her skirt to feel her smooth skin. He gave it a light squeeze and continued to glide up her body to her waist. He tugged at her shirt and lifted it to her neck. She pulled away from his kiss and peeled the shirt off of herself throwing it on the floor. He looked at her now bare breasts. He reached out and placed his hand on her breast as he began to gently caress it. She smiled and leaned in to him. He ran his tongue across her soft, sweet skin and took her nipple in his mouth. He began to nibble and suck gently teasing it with tongue on occasion. When it was completely hard he moved to the other one.8

Once that had been accomplished she raised herself off his lap and sat down beside him, running her hand from his chest down to his waistline. She played with his boxers for a moment and then plunged her hand into them. She felt for his cock which was already hard and ran her hands down the shaft to the head. His gasp of pleasure was enough for her and she removed her hand from his shorts, and removed them from him entirely. She slid off the bed and positioned herself between his legs. She slowly licked up his shaft as she looked up at him. She took him into her mouth and sucked. As she did this she grazed her teeth along his dick. He yelped out in pain, but did not stop her. She pulled away and laughed at his reaction. She got up and straddled him again, this time allowing him inside her. 9

She looked him in the eyes as she slid all the way down his shaft and saw the pleasure there. She looked at him with a develish smile and began to slowly ride him. She moved slowly up and down until he placed his hands on her hips and began to guide her faster. The sensation was a powerful one and if she had not had other intentions her body would have betrayed her. She was so focused on his reaction, however that she did not cum. She rode him for over an hour before he came, and as he spurted his juice inside her, she reached behind her into the drawer of his beside table. There she had hidden his demise only a few hours before.10

The knife glinted in the dim light of the bedside lamp as she held it above her head. She looked down at him and he only had a moment to react. Shock overtook him and he couldn’t move or speak. She brought the knife down and plunged it deep in his throat. The blood gushed covering her entire body with it. She laughed a shrill laugh as she felt the warm thick liquid spread over her skin. 11

Confusion filled his eyes as he gagged on his own blood and the hot blade. He looked at her with a pitiful pained look.12

"Oh poor baby. Guess you won't do that again?" She let out another shrill laugh as the blood gushed once again. His body which was tense only moments before now went limp.13

She got up and walked toward his bathroom. As she walked in she turned on the light and pulled her skirt off. She stepped into the shower and cleaned herself off. She stepped out and dried herself with his towel, dropping it on the floor when she was done. She opened his closet and looked in the corner to see a pair of her jeans which she had left at his place only a week prior. She pulled them on and pulled out one of his shirts. She buttoned it over her soft flesh and walked out. 14

She closed the door behind her quietly, as if not to wake him, and when she turned toward the hall, she saw a frat guy looking at her with a grin.15

“What did you wear him out?” He laughed and winked at her. She smiled softly and nodded, as she strolled down the hall and out of the house. As she stepped into the night and the cold air hit her face, she began to think more clearly.16