William Horphus

         The alarm clock had been going off for an hour when the sun finally came piercing through from behind the black shades. William Horphus had been sitting at the edge of his bed for 3 days now. It had been 5 days since he had done that foul deed, he had never intended for it to happen. In a moment of blind rage this had all begun. The stench of the woman lying on his bed brought back the memories. He shook his head as he thought about it. She was a woman. The most beautiful he had ever seen. No longer.

         ...he did not even realize the knife was in his hand, but somehow the butcher's blade had begun to dig into Anya's flesh. She screamed, and his eyes began to fill with tears. He reeled back and drove it down again into her chest. Her screams stopped abruptly making way for a disgusting gurgling sound. The blood had risen into her throat, and she was beginning to choke on it. Again, he drove the knife inside of her. This time to her stomach. She fell to her knees. Blood began to pour from her mouth, sliding down over her chin. William dropped the knife, and wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her back up to him. Tears dripping from his eyes rivaling the amount of the blood leaking from Anya's mouth...

          After so many days pondering over what he should do, he had still come to no conclusions. For the first time since it happened, he rose to his feet. His legs almost gave out when he did, it had been so long since he moved from that spot. And as he turned toward the bed, he was greeted with the horrifying image that had once been the love of his life. He remembered her the way she had been. Pale as snowfall in the heart of wineter, with the icy blue eyes to match. The raven-colored mane that framed her face with that small little grouping of hairs draped over the useless left eye. Her perky round breasts that fit within his hands as if that's where they were always meant to be, the round bottom that was toned to perfection, and the legs so long they seemed to stretch from the pits of sulfur in hell, to the pearl gates of heaven.

          What he saw before him now was not even the faintest glimmer of what she had been. Her hair was brittle and tangled. The air had already begun to erode the skin that had once been milk-white. It maddened him to see this, and he dove over the bed to clutch her in his arms. He sobbed into the saggy cluster of skin and bones that had been her shoulder, begging her to forgive him. Pleading that if she came back to him things would be different. He had lost himself in his misery until he heard the door creak open.

          The land-lady was an attractive woman, but the complete opposite of Anya in every way. She was much shorter for starters, and she had curly blond hair cut at jaw-length. Her skin was darkened by the sun, and her breasts were much too large for the frame her body presented. Her name was Delilah and she kept her nose in the air, so that even the tallest man would feel as though she was peering down at them. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw as she came walking through the open door to the bedroom. She hadn't seen the blood that grey carpets or she would have run. It would be too late to run now.

          "I...I...no one...had heard from you...for days. I...came to take...a look." Her nose stopped pointing upwards when she saw what it was William was laying beside. And she struggled to get the words out. "What in God's name have you done?"

          His face still full of tears William lifted his head from the cadaver's shoulder. Thoughts of heated arguments between Anya, and the woman who had intruded upon his apartments ran rampant in his mind. Always flashing with the instant that she had struck Anya, and William had threatened the woman's life. She had taken all they had owned from them when she knew that they were going through rough times. She had hated them from the moment they met. Raped them of their pride when they were in need, forced them to beg to keep from being evicted. She would pay now. She would be the one raped of her pride.

          In one swift motion William was off of the bed, grabbing the butcher's knife that had killed the woman he loved. Delilah turned to run, but her own fear made her trip over her own two feet. She tried to scream, but she was paralyzed with terror. William could sense it, he had seen it in his lover's eyes. And compared to the remorse he felt then, this seemed like it was going to be quite enjoyable. He stalked forward slowly as the woman struggle to reach her feet, but just as she did he caught a handful of those golden curly locks. Dragging her towards him, he smiled, the sadness was gone from his eyes.

          Delilah pounded away at him with clenched fists as he struggled to rip her clothes from her. With all her might she fought, but William's eyes were glazed over. He was in another world where pain did not exist. Only the lust for blood. Within a few minutes, the woman had been stripped naked. Somehow, she had found the strength to scream. And she wailed like a banshee, crying for anyone to help her. William grabbed her by the throat, and lifted the small woman into the air with ease. The first incision was made ever so lightly along her right breast, and the woman actually made a slight groan. William was disgusted. The situation they were in, knowing what lay in the bed near them, knowing she was about to die, and she had time to allow herself trivial pleasures.

          William lowered her to the ground, and decided that he would play games with the woman. She would know pleasure and pain as one. He lowered his head, and began to gently lap at the skin just above the slit of her vagina. Slowly working his way upward. As his tongue slid further up, he began to get more rough with his licking. His tongue almost lashing at her flesh, and when he found his lips around those melon-sized breasts he opened his mouth and clamped down with all his might. Delilah let out a cry so loud that even the gods must have heard. William was unphased. He drove the handle of the knife against the woman's mouth, and heard cracking as the woman began to cry. His eyes widened with delight, and he did it again. And again. Until he was certain that all of the woman's teeth must have been jarred loose. Then he slapped the handle against the back of her head, and the last shards of her teeth dropped down to the floor.

          Delilah dropped to the ground, trying to find anyway she could escape this. But there was none. Her only hope was that someone would hear, and come bursting through the door. She raised her hand to her mouth to wipe away the blood, but William stopped her.

          "Leave it." he commanded, and only a few seconds later she would understand as William unzipped his blood-stained jeans, and unleashed his flaccid member. She looked up at him shaking her head no, but he grabbed her, and began to pry her mouth open just beneath his cock. Finally, the pain in her face was too great and she could not resist any longer. Her mouth opened and his penis slipped inside of her mouth. The warmth of the blood in her mouth, combined with her soft gums caused his member to grow immediately and as it grew he began to pump it into her face. Thrusting his cock harder and further into her throat until she was choking, and then going further still. For Delilah it seemed that this torment would never end as her eyes began bulging outward from nearly gagging, and finally she felt the heated glob come barreling down her throat as William's muscles tightened, and he let out a satisfied groan.

          "Drink up" he laughed, but the laughter died quickly as the woman gathered enough strength to stand and spit the load of semen back at him onto his face. His eyes filled with a new fire, as he slashed at her arm with the knife. She screamed and tried to crawl away again, but he grabbed her with his free hand and lifted her into the air. Her head bounced off the wall as he slammed her against it, and began to force his cock inside of her. She was trying to fight to keep her legs closed, but he slid the knife in between them. Lifting upwards, and gently sliding it back out between her legs. Pain and pleasure. The cold steel had aroused her, and before she realized what she was doing her legs were spread. His member penetrating inside of her. She pounded away at his chest, but it just seemed to make his cock grow larger inside of her. Each time he thrust harder, and harder getting deeper inside of her. And each time her head slammed into the wall and she could feel blood begin to drip out of her scalp. The speed grew more intense, and William began to moan. With him distracted, Delilah in desperation reached around and dug her nails as deep into his back as she could. Tearing the black silk shirt he was wearing, and making deep gashes that penetrated down into his muscles. William's back arched from the mixture of pleasure and pain he had thought of earlier, and then he dragged the knife across Delilah's throat. Smiling as the blood poured out of her.

          Just as it seemed finish, the door came crashing open. William knew who it was. And in the split second he had before the bullet came tearing through his brain he thought about what he would say to Anya in the afterlife.

The End.