Rancor
In the middle of the woods, in the soft twilight spot
Nathalie looked into the eyes of Simon.
Nobody can describe how deep the azure of his eyes is.
Its shade is bluer than any eyeball in the history of cute boy eyeballs in the century.
Simon took Nathalie close to his chest. She could feel his heart, thumping and beating against her like it wants to tear out of his chest and into hers.
He leaned in, and licked Nathalie's neck. She whimpered and smiled.
Then slowly, with each slow touch of the tip of his tongue to her body, he breathed into her, and she inhales his breath into her lungs.
She draped her arms over his shoulders, his arms dropped to her waist.
They switch positions, she kissed the side of his mouth, he smiled.
Nathalie leaned her body against Simon's.
And with a soft tilt of his head, he kissed her, ever so lightly, twice.
Her lower body held tightly by his strong arms. His chest is against hers.
Then his hands took hold of her head, pressed his lips hard on to her's.
And with a tight embrace they emerge into another scene, stronger and deeper. She was being seduced as he advanced.
His hands went all over her body, tension building up with every movement.
She inhaled rapidly at every small chance he gives her to breathe.
He thrust his tongue in her mouth, she felt her whole body shake uncontrollably. She jerked her limbs, falling all over his broad body.
Simon caught Nathalie.
Then grasped her with all his might until she starts to loose her breath.
Air was coming out, none was going in.
With a chuckle, he stared at her beautiful, blank eyes.
Nathalie was dying.
She looked at Simon with terror, she didn't know. She wasn't ready.
The burst of warm blood across her chest became frigid, then nothing.
Simon clutched her upper arms while she collapsed into his hold.
He laughed at the corpse.
And with a whisper he softly told Nathalie, "The best way to die is with me, sweetheart… 'Cause nothing is over until I say so."
Then with a snicker, he threw her across the grass, letting her decay into the underworld.
She deserved it. All women will suffer for the pain he went through.
His browns met as he reminisced.
Unpleasant memories haunt him every time he holds a woman in his arms.
Whenever his fingertips touch another woman, he felt betrayal.
To his satisfaction, one more woman has just been wiped out of the face of the earth. One down, some more to go.
The war is on. Men are not to be cheated.
This isn't over.
Nothing is over until nothing is left.