One Last Kiss

I love the feel of Nylon rope.  Its thick, heavy, and it also ties beautifully. I love the wide eyes look you have when you feel the rope tighten. To watch the breath slip out of your throat, to here you gasp in desperation. Your teeth are clenching as you try to tighten your throat against my pull. But wait, I have a surprise for you. I move behind you and place a kiss on your ear, right before I bring the bag over your face and pull tight.

Making sure you are oh so uncomfortable, and in a panic, I watch your eyes as they connect with mine in the mirror. I wore that favorite dress you brought me with those high heels you like. You know, the same ones you brought her. Wasn’t expecting to see her in the bed, tied and dripping her crimson wetness on our floor. She wasn’t much fun, than again when you slit someones throat open and gut them like a fish, they don’t fight back to much. Too bad. I really enjoyed her muffled screams as I cut her throat, just enough so we can have a few minutes together. That precious time between wife and mistress. But she couldn’t take the penetration, as I cut her open from chest to that belly, of me reaching inside her body and slowly pulling her intestines out. But I took great pleasure in cracking open her rib cage and squeezing her heart till she died. Her kisses were sweet in that last moment.

I see a tear come down your face as you are slowly losing the battle to live. You should have thought better than to cheat on me. I a your wife, not a common whore. We built 20 years of love, three children and careers that are friends envy. You were greedy. You never asked me if i wanted to try something new. She would have been ours to share my love.

Suffocate. Die. Cry. Panic.

You deserve the slowest possible death that I can give you. Why? Because as my husband you only deserve the best. let me kiss you one last time. Let me feel the heat of the bag upon my warm lips.

Let me kiss you goodnight.

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