Like A God

Like A God

Conner held her close to him. Her bare flesh pressed against the leather of his jacket. He pulled her even tighter, feeling a power running through him as her body seemed to go limp within his arms. He drove his teeth into her neck and she tensed under his force. Teeth clamping flesh and nibbling along her neck to her chest. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed. Emotionless yet so stimulating. He could feel her push against him. She arched her back to drive her breasts harder into his grip. Conner held her in his hands and he felt like a god, with her in his control.
She kissed his face and grabbed his arms, her nails clawing into his jacket. Conner slid his arm beneath his pillow as easily as his other hand slid between her legs. He closed his fingers around a screwdriver that he had hidden beneath the pillow, and pulled it from its hiding place. The woman in his arms was pulsating, her hips beginning to rock with the gentle caress of his fingers. She was in complete anticipation of the pleasure she was all too ready to receive. Her hands began to wander his body.
Conner slowly raised the screwdriver above his head, and then drove it deep into the woman’s neck. Her body jerked as pain made every muscle go tense. Her grip upon him tightened.
Conner pushed the woman away. She collapsed upon the bed, her hands scrambling to find the wound in her neck. Conner stared at her beauty. This succulent beauty upon his bed. Blood flowed from her neck and hypnotised by its deep colour and rhythmic pulse, he fell upon her. He removed his jacket, and began groping her near naked form. Her heavy breathing had become wheezing, and blood bubbles began to erupt from her mouth. Conner grabbed the screwdriver and withdrew it from her, before plunging it yet again deep into her neck. Blood sprayed across the bed as he repeated his brutal attack.


In a dusty and grim room, within an abandoned warehouse, a man sat tied to a chair with parcel tape. He was watching with wet and sore eyes the gruesome events unravel upon the television screen that had been placed in front of him. He had given up any attempt at escape, his muscles now aching from the strain of his restraints. A young woman was standing behind him.

“Does this turn you on?” The woman leaned in close to the man’s ear as if to whisper sweet nothings to a lover. “Well Conner? Are you getting hard?”

The man wheezed a deep sigh through the gag in his mouth. Tears had left his face red and he turned to the woman next to him, wanting to express some regret or apology. The woman grabbed Conner by an ear and forced his gaze back towards the screen. Her talons piercing his flesh cause him to wince and tense under her force.

“Watch! Watch you Bastard! Watch as you fuck my Sister! Watch as you kill her!”

Conner shut his eyes and tried to scream. He began shaking in the chair, trying once again to escape this nightmare. But his fate had already been decided for him. He was never going to leave this room and he knew it.
The woman removed a screwdriver from her coat pocket and held it in front of the man’s face.

“Look familiar?” She held the tool in his line of vision for a few seconds before taking a step back from his chair. Conner twisted and strained trying to break free from his restraints, but before he even had chance to discern his captors movements, she drove the 7 inch length of metal deep into his head. She began screaming as she withdrew the tool from his skull, and as blood began to erupt from the wound she drove it deep within his neck. With the screwdriver tight in her grip, she felt like a God. The man before her had brutally taken the life of her dear sister, and now she was exacting just punishment. Her punishment.

“If you kill me, you’ll never find her body!” Conner managed to splutter through the blood and sputum pouring from his mouth and face.

“The damage has already been done you bastard!”

“You’ll never find her body!” Conner knew that his futile attempt at bargaining was now only fuelling the anger of his captor. His felt his body tremor, and he closed his eyes for the last time. The woman stood above the man’s trembling body, and with a look of pure hatred upon her blood splattered face, she lifted her foot and brought down her boot upon his head.

By Lucy Grieves