She screamed, then quickly gagged her mouth with her palms. The night was quiet, and the estate where he lived was quieter.
She cast another frightened look at him. He just lay there, naked, eyes bulging out, tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth, his penis still turgid...and throbbing slightly. He was her lover, her life, her saviour...he was dead!
She didn't care to change from her negligee, which he was too impatient to peel off before he penetrated her. She peeped into the dark starry night and fled on barefoot.
Lawrence walked into his bedroom. His eyes blazing in anticipated rage. He went to the bar and poured himself a tall flute of vodka, lit a Dunhill cigarette and sank into the sofa just by his bed.
He dunked the drink in one gulp, took a long drag from his cigarette, blinked down warm tears from his bloodshot eyes and reached a hand under the sofa, producing a very stiff horse whip, got up and fetched himself another tall drink. He waited. A tad impatiently.
She ran through the night, feet racing homeward. And although she resisted the wind from unsheathing her from her silky night dress by holding down the frills as she sped along, yet the night felt humid...humid with unlove and confusion.
Lawrence was almost dozing off when he heard her climb up the stairs. The footsteps stopped and he could hear her panting...then sobbing and bobbing her head on the banister. He waited some more. Very impatiently.
She was shocked as she walked into the bedroom to find Lawrence, her husband seated and glaring at her like a starved vampire.
He smiled at her like an hyena smiles at a gazelle, got up and within a second was half an inch from her. His lips smashed into hers in a long, fevered kiss. Her sweat soaked negligee found his fingers and he pulled violently, leaving it in rags within a few moments.
She knew what was coming...slaps, blows to the head...whipping...torture...rape...and possibly a painful death, because his hand was between her thighs and he had felt another man's semen flowing down.
He had always been a smart man...and a cruel beast.
How would she have known that he had lied about traveling that morning? How would he have known that she was craving a man's tender touch and not the mauling of his fists? He figured it all out and cleverly drove her into the arms of her young lover who is now lying dead.
Lawrence pulled his lips away from hers and walked away slowly. She didn't know what to think. Then he halted, looked backwards and said in a suppressed maniacal tone, "Join me in the bathroom".
The bathroom was her husband's favourite rendezvous for sadomasochism. She hesitated for a minute, but she had nowhere to run...especially now that he just discovered that she was an adulteress. The adulteress that was his creation.
She inhaled deeply, surrendered to fate, and like a nanny goat being led to slaughter, she headed for the bathroom with wobbly legs.
At the door, she heard him growling and muttering cuss words under the running shower.
She wondered the mess her life had become. Overcome with helplessness, she bowed her head and wept.
Her tears stung her eyes as they dropped on her toes- then she saw it. A broomstick gently placed at the entrance of the bathroom door.
Magun!!!
It then dawned on her why her young lover had crowed like a cock before dying instantly.
Now, Lawrence wanted to neutralize the spell on her by making her cross the broomstick again.
She quickly removed the broomstick from its place, opened the door and walked into the bathroom. Then the violent abuse started.
She endured every blow until he was tired. Bloodied, she lay on the bathroom floor and spread her legs wide open.
Lawrence mounted his wife...his slave...his end.
As he rolled off her, spent, she watched him through a swollen eye as the crowing bubbled within his throat.
She saw the realization on his face. He tried to clamp his lips shut, but his spell was stronger than his will to survive.
Kookoorooku! Kookoorooku!! Kookoorooku!!!
Lawrence was dead! He lay there naked, eyes bulging out, tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth, his penis still turgid and throbbing slightly.
The wicked commits suicide by sending Death on an errand.
THE END.
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