*** I’m putting this as a warning before I even write, since the idea I have in mind isn’t exactly the cleanest and sweetest thing in the world… Read with… like, caution. ***

(And adding this before I post- this has been in drafts for awhile- usually I don’t write this type of dark gore, but… what comes to mind comes to mind, y’all.🤷🏼‍♀️)

“You’ll get what you deserve; I’ll make sure of it,” I slam the phone on the table alarming the waitress a table over.

“Excuse me?” A busty woman in a small top and tight skirt with her ass hanging out of the back, scoots into the booth opposite of me. “I’m Kevin’s girlfriend, I was wondering if you could help me. You see, my phone is dead and I’ve seen you around him…”

I look her over and click my tongue. She blushes and looks down at her exposed thighs in the high-rise black criss-cross straps.

“And what’s my pay?” I say, leaning into the woman, ignoring my empty plate with only a spare fry left. She smiles and leans forward, her chest popping from her shirt in a manor so sexy that my head buzzes with sparks like lightning.

“Well, I’d do anything,” she takes the cold fry from my plate, pops it between her lips and smirks before swallowing it whole. “Anything, handsome.”

I haven’t a choice but to smirk back and raise my hand. “Check please,” I say to the waitress who comes to my side. I take her to my car and we climb in. After a fifteen minute drive to an abandoned parking lot, we’re in the back, tangling and stuck together.

I pop the straps one by one and growl into her ear, tugging it lightly with my teeth until she moans and shifts below me, her wide, naked hips exposed to the gentle breeze. I kiss her neck, lowering myself down with each kiss until I reach her belly button. She gasps at the unexpected move and shakes as my tongue makes contact with her skin.

Her thighs close around me as my hands close around her neck. Gently at first, she laughs and moans until I cut off her air. She tries to scream as I sit up in the back of the cab and begin to strangle her. Her eyes bulge, her naked body wreaths, her chest heaves with each failed attempt at oxygen.

“That’s right, baby… just relax…”

I wrap her head in duck-tape and fasten a thick nylon cord around her throat as soon as she’s dead. I drive to Kevin’s house and tie her up in his front yard, dangling from a droopy tree, still in her birthday suit.

I then take my gun and silencer, blowing two holes into her head and surrounding tape, where her eyes should be. And I leave the lot, smiling.

Kevin will enjoy what he deserves.