Last Meal

I cut into my steak and shove a piece into my mouth. I silently chew as I watch my wife, the one I vowed to love and cherish forever. Of course those vows mean nothing to her, she has been sleeping with my brother for the last few months. He finally got the balls to tell me today, and laughed it off as if it were nothing. Sure it’s nothing, he’d just been nailing my wife, I guess I should be grateful he wasn’t fucking me right? I mean come on, all brothers share sexual partners don’t they?

“Is everything OK?” Shelly asks as if she hadn’t boned my brother just before he told me. He told me in explicit details about how after she had blown me before I left for work; he came over and screwed her silly. “You’ve been quiet tonight. How was work?”
I can play the same game that she is playing, no problem. What she doesn’t know is that after we are done eating this meal, she will pay the price for what she has done. I’ve considered boning her again, you know for old times sake but then the thought of her thinking about my brother put me off of that idea. “Work was fine. Don didn’t show up for his shift today, do you know why? It’s not like him to miss work and not call in.”
Of course that was a lie. He showed up and told me that he had banged my wife for the last time. Apparently they had started the affair long before we were married but never thought it necessary to stop it. He then offered me a crack at stooping his tasty little girlfriend but I declined. Instead I took out my trust swiss army knife and stuck it in his gut. I watched as the blood seeped through his Metallica t-shirt but that wasn’t enough for me, and since we did work on a construction site I had plenty of tools to avenge the wrong that was done to me.

Luckily there was no one around us; I always got to work earlier than everyone else. So I sat the douchebag I had called brother on a beam of the building we were working on and climbed into the driver’s seat of a crane. I swung it precisely and it hit him it in the head, cracking it open.  Since the guys I worked with were all pigs and more focused on finding women than their jobs I would not have to worry about clean up, and if by chance one did notice the blood on the machine, I would simply say it must be red paint.
Looking down at my steak the thin river of blood made me almost sorry that I dragged him to one of the spots, one that was due for cement today and cranked up the cement machine.  I watched as the grey substance covered a member of my family. A smile formed across my face, there was no better satisfaction than the knowledge that I had taken revenge on someone who had wronged you.

“You have to kill her too,” A voice sounded in my head. The voice was familiar, it sounds as though it belongs to my brother. The one, who is three feet under, the one who is buried in the hardened cement, not was not possible that he was talking to me now.  “She was just as much a part of our affair as I was, so she must suffer the same as me.”

“You’re right!” I look up to see that Shelly is giving me a quizzical look. Ignoring her, I get up and go to get my gun that is in the bedroom. I make my way back and see that she is clearing the table, as if nothing is wrong. “Stop what you’re doing and undress.”
Her mouth falls into an O shape when she sees the gun.  “I am not in the mood for one of your sick sex games.”

My hand is on the trigger, I feel the need to squeeze it so I do. The bullet flies by her head and shatters the window.  She moved towards me slowly, removing her clothes as requested, like the good wife she should be. “Grab a fork on your way to me!”
When she made it to me, there was not a stitch of clothing on her body. A nanosecond of regret but then I remembered what she had done to me and the anger reappeared and the lust vanished. Using her hand, I shove the fork in the area where my cock had once found immense pleasure. She whimpers which ignites a deeper anger in me. “Fuck this fork like you did my brother!”

Blood runs down her leg, she doesn’t protest so I know she doesn’t mind it. In fact I think she likes it, so I shove it in harder. I stop for minute, and take out the same knife that killed her lover. Theres a pool of blood running down her leg, and on the floor. Pressing the knife against her left tit, the teeth sink into it, and more blood squirts out. Her face is white and I decide that she must now pay the piper, no more pleasure for her, now it is time for the bitch to meet her maker. 

Throwing the knife on the ground, I press the gun into her temple. The gun goes off without me even touching the trigger, so I know that this is Gods work. Her brain or what is left of it covers the floor, and the blood has splattered everywhere. As her body drops to the floor, I garb the fork in her.

When I see a chunk of brain, I pick it up with the fork and shove it in my mouth. I find another chunk and this time dip it in her blood. Not bad for a last meal.