Author Notes: OMG! Wert posted fic! It's a miracle!
Honestly, the Fiancée has been keeping me pretty busy at night. It's starting to chafe.
From her perch on the dusty kitchen counter, Karen considered her situation. She was finally all cried out. That was it for the trying, it for the drama. She rocked herself softly, her arms wrapped around her tiny body, knife still in hand, the blade piercing the skin on her flank, but not noticing. Her eyes were puffy and red, the corners of her mouth in a painful frown that hadn't left her face in hours. Now she was just numb. Numb and depressed from facing her torturous reality for the first time since Jim had left her crying by a fountain in New York.
Fuck, she was so fucked up. Everything was fucked up. The clouds lifted from her eyes and she saw, she saw the truth. And dammit, it hurt. What she was doing was stupid. None of it was real. Jim didn't love her and nothing she could do would ever make him love her. She'd destroyed her own career and sentenced herself to a lengthy jail term through her own senseless actions. It was over. Everything was over. That heart on Jim's chest was just another lie in a long string of lies, half-truths, and omissions. She'd been lied to enough. She didn't need to lie to herself, not anymore. It was time for her final revenge on the cruel bastard who had controlled and ruined her life.
With steely, dead eyes, her mouth set in grim determination, and a sharp blade in her hand, she returned to Jim's bedside. In a quiet voice she whispered, "It's time to end this."
His panicked eyes flared wide and his chest heaved in fear. "Come on, Karen. We can be reasonable about this. Sure it looks bad, but we can come to a resolution that works for everybody..." His eyes were fixated on her knife, almost as surely as they would have stared at Pam's breasts. Bastard.
"I don't think that's going to happen..."
"Please, Karen?"
She chuckled, her blade dancing before his eyes. "Can't you see, Jim? I've lost my mind. It's very liberating."
Jim gulped. "So that's it, then? You're just going to kill me?"
"Oh, no, not at all, Jim. Why should I kill you when I've done something much worse... I've hurt you..." Karen elaborated, making perfect sense in her own mind, "and I intend to go on hurting you... for as long as you can keep it up." She shrugged. "It's only fair."
The 'that's what she said' died on Jim's lips as Karen brought the knife down to his mouth. "Shhh... Your voice is upsetting me now. If you talk, I may be forced to make it more painful. But feel free to scream all you want. I find it soothing."
She watched with no small amount of joy as Jim clenched his eyes shut tight. Oh yes, Karen would finally have her revenge.
Karen was just about to start peeling the skin off Jim's body when she suddenly heard a car door shut outside her cabin. Shit. Oh well... nothing she couldn't handle. "So... we have visitors," she chirped to Jim, scooting over to the window and peeking through the blinds. Upon setting her eyes on the little blue Yaris, she started bouncing with glee. "Oho! Your true love has arrived! Congratulations, Jim. It's a happy day! You're going to get to watch your bitch Pam die."
She flattened herself out against the wall to the side of the door, lying in ambush, knife at ready. Just as she expected, a few seconds later the door burst open and Pam rushed in, brandishing a tire-iron over her head. In an instant, Karen had the knife against Pam's throat, relishing Pam's nervous gulp. "Drop it," Karen said, sweetly.
Pam chuckled nervously and complied. She survied the room and her predicament and the shiny knife cutting into her neck as the tire-iron bounced on the floor. "Aww crap. I guess I should have thought this through a little better."