[Author’s Note : If you can’t handle sex, violence, and insanity, stop reading now, and move on.]
Jennifer stood in her shower, scrubbing herself with soap, making lots of lather. As she let the water wash away the foam, she moaned, “Oh, yeah.” She felt so alive. Every inch of her skin was alive. Every inch felt the water, the foam, the air. She moaned again.
It was three A.M. She was washing off the salt, sand, and him. She peaked outside the shower, to verify her special hairpin was still there, and clean. To be safe, she pulled it into the shower, and let the water run over it again, before placing it on the counter once more.
She felt the water flowing over her, closed her eyes, let her fingers run wild, and moaned, as she remembered her last date with him.
“I want to go to the beach! Now!”
“But, it’s after midnight. It’s closed.”
She kissed him, and ground her hips into him, “Scared?” She pulled one of his hands down and pressed it against her ass. “Think we’ll get caught?” Her hand rubbed his crotch.
To the beach they went. It was nearly 1:00 A.M. They walked along the sand, by the edge of the water. She pulled off her shoes, and walked barefoot, letting the water flow over her feet, between her toes, feeling the sand.
No one was around. She giggled, as she took off her shirt, and tossed it on the sand. Her bra followed, and she made sure he got a good view of her breasts. Her shorts and thong came off, and she added them to the pile. “Time for a swim.”, she splashed through the surf, and headed further out.
She smiled when he followed her, and touched the hairpin hidden in her hair. It wouldn’t be long before she needed it.
When the water was deep enough, she stopped, and kissed him. Her hand found its way between his legs, and her fingers made sure he knew what she wanted. She pushed him on his back, floating on the waves, and moved her head between his legs, for a little while. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she needed her hairpin. Not long at all.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, and mounted him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her up, keeping himself inside her. She raised her arms over her head, and he couldn’t resist sucking on her breasts.
She moaned, then moaned again, as her hand found her hairpin.
He finished, erupting inside her. “Oh, God,” he groaned, as she pulled the hairpin and sank it’s carefully sharpened tip into his throat, then pulled it free, and sank it in his chest. He tried to fight back, but it was too late.
She pushed his head beneath the wave, her hands wrapped around his throat. She watched the bubbles in the water as he fought to breath. She held him there until the bubbles were gone, and he no longer moved.
She moaned as she finished.
She remembered every detail, as she stood in her shower, letting the water and foam wash away every trace of him. She felt the water flow between her legs, and moaned once more.
Wrath stood next to her, hidden in her shadow, as he whispered in her ear, “Another man who hurts innocent women is now gone. God blesses you, dear child, for all your hard work.” Jennifer smiled, and knew, the next day, she’d continue her work. She’d start another hunt. For a predator to remove from the world. To make the world a safer place from men.
She smiled, and as the water flowed, and her fingers moved between her legs, she moaned.
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@LurchMunster
This is my entry for Year 2, Week 20 (Week 2.20) of Jeff Tsuruoka‘s Mid-Week Blues-Buster flash fiction challenge. Please, go read the other stories in the challenge.
My Soul's Tears 
Okay, would it be insulting to say ‘is that it?’ Clearly you are not a horror reader if you worry this is bad. This is very tame in comparison. Besides Stephen King – who has many, many scenes a lot worse than this, Under the Dome has a really gruesome gang rape that is very bloody – there is Clive Barker, and James Herbert too – his last novel made me cover my mouth when reading it one of the scenes was so disturbing – and I’m a hardened horror fan. But as you don’t read horror, you aren’t aware of this and can’t gauge it. If you did, you would realise that you are not warped or in sane for writing such scenes, you might even be relieved! 😉 I like it, because it’s right up my alley, and your writing is so good, so concise.
Not insulting at all. I’m still learning to let things out, let them surface, and deal with them. As I do, I frequently scare myself. As I did with this tale.
Cannot make you out, one minute you’re hiding away from the worlds chaos in your car, then you come up with brilliant stuff like this. I know which I prefer, too…
I am, if nothing else, variable.