“I Bid You Adieux”
And thus vengeance ensued. My mind bathed in a languid state of extasy as my hands danced back and forth, piercing Monsieurs flabs of flesh in wanton motions. Furious were my sharp jabs that carefully avoided his main arteries. Slow would this pig die.
There he layed, wrapped in my wrath and bound by the shreds of my spoilt garments. My menace had tranformed into a sniveling infant. I bade him be silent yet his cries procured, hiccuping stifled screams that leaked through the gaps of my crimson fingers pressed upon his mouth. Silenced by rapture, I enspied a change of his countenance, fawning my forgiveness and begging for mercy with undeniable obsequiousness. Pah! Where was my piety’s mercy whilst you lay between my legs?
“Moinseur, since birth I have remained a woman of gentle temper, and may it continue to be so hence after. My mercy upon ill wishers is frugent however, and shall indeed not be wasted upon a rapacious demon of a man such as your self.”
And it was with these words that I took one last swipe with Mademoiselles scissors, dislodging his tool whence my misery came. I watched with blithe as flames of pain washed over his eyes before they shut tight, shuddering as the musky scent of his sex was smothered by the odor of salty iron that emerged from the pool of blood he lay immersed in.
I stood and towered upon his leaking body, only to stoop down once again and place his head upon my lap, coddling him with maternal embraces for in this moment of impending death he had coiled into a small infant. As his panting waned, a tranquil air smothered me, and I baptized his nearing corpse with a blood crusted crucifix painted upon his forehead.
So long had I rehearsed this scene in my idle dreams.
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