She caught them in her bed. Their bed. The one she and he had picked out together. Their moans if ecstasy filled the air and she felt sick, was sick to her stomach. When she had regained her composure and wiped the stink of puke off of her face, she walked into the room and stood silently watching. Neither had noticed her enter.
Caught up in the animalistic lust that drove them to such distraction. It was he who noticed her. He smiled lazily and rolled the whore Patty off of him. Patty's eyes grew big and round. Sheets were pulled quickly up to her chin and she just stared in fright at the wife. He reached to the end table, tapped out a cigarette from its box into his hand. Lit it and inhaled the smoke leisurely. Cocky smirk upon his face. He waited for her to say something.
Her mind was screaming pain. Someone had ripped out her spine she was certain. For her legs were weak and she wanted to faint. But she went through the emotions quick, soon rage began to fill her, giving her strength. Her arm stretched back a bit, palm facing up. The door slammed shut. Patty went white. The husband paused in the middle of exhaling his cancered fog. Convinced he had seen incorrectly. She closed her eyes and dug deep inside...pulling out the summoned. It appeared shortly after. Patty screamed hysterically. He dropped the cigarette and was frozen to the spot where he lounged. It shredded him into tiny red ribbons of flesh. His insides splashing with wet gushes all over Patty. Then it turned it's ravenous hunger upon her. Fuking her first till her voice became raw and could shriek no more. While she lay limp, it began to eat her alive. Starting between her legs. Her eyes rolled back. Blood squirted up her throat, then out through her nose and mouth. Her legs shook with spasms of death. It took its time with her. The torture was its energy.
And when it had finally finished, when the walls were no longer visible under the mucus and membranes upon them, it turned towards her. She was trembling. Had felt such elation at first. Relished in revenge. Then regret. Remorse. Now utter despair. She whispered weakly "I just want to die." It handed her a dagger with a curved, serrated blade. Her quivering hands clasped around the handle. She brought it up to her throat. And sliced deeply. When she began to gurgle and falter, it took over. Severing her head completely. As it finished, it walked to the closed door writing with scarlet juice upon the back one word, "KARMA".
Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus
