Rebecca (standard:drama, 1542 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Sep 29 2012	Views/Reads: 3108/1931	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When she saw him, pictures of the atrocities of the concentration camp came back.

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kitchen.' How do you like your tea, “ she asked. ‘Without milk, thank 
you.” he replied.‘ Do you live here alone?” “Yes, ever since my husband 
died.' ‘ Sorry” “That's okay.” She replied “ Tell me something , Frank, 
how long have you been in Rio?” ‘Oh well, about ten-fifteen years, I 
would say” “And how do you like it here” “Well, I still can't got use 
to the weather.” “Me too, even though I was born here, It's terrible 
don't you think?.” “Rotten,” he replied,” But I guess you can't do 
anything about it.” She came out of the kitchen with a tray carrying a 
teapot and two cups She set it down on the small coffee table that 
stood between the sofa and the TV. and sat down next to him, her grey 
eyes looking at him steadily. Frank looked away quickly ,wondering why 
she stared at him like that. ‘You know, Frank , it's been awhile since 
I had a man.” ‘Really? A beautiful woman like you?” “Thanks, I am 
beginning to feel lonely” The conversation went on for a while and she 
asked him if he could spend the night with her. Of course, he agreed. 
He hadn't sex for quite a while and maybe this was a chance to see if 
the old engine still worked. The bedroom was shadowy ,saved for a light 
from a bedside lamp. ‘Undress while I go and freshen up“ she said 
softly. In a flash, Frank got out of his clothes and into the warm bed, 
anticipating a night of bliss and pleasure. He could hear a tap running 
in the bathroom. His heart thumped in anticipation. A short while 
later, she returned, wearing a flimsy see thru nightgown and, carrying 
what looked like a piece of silken cord in her small hands. “I like to 
play a little game first.”She whispered softly as she crept into bed 
next to him, She began to tie his arms and legs to the bed posts. 
Afterwards, she found his penis which was half erect, and played with 
it for a while . Frank sighed. Frank was elevated to bliss as she began 
moving up and down slowly, sensuously. He moaned softly with pleasure 
and closed his eyes to focus on the delightful sensations that raced 
through his frail body. He didn't see her reached under the pillow and 
retrieved a long blade knife. “Monster!”, She screamed suddenly, Frank 
opened his eyes and froze! She showed him her prisoner ID number 
tattooed across her wrist. He gasped in horror as he saw that she held 
a huge kitchen knife in her raised hands! her beautiful face had 
contorted into a mask of hate, her eyes flashing .She reminded him of 
the atrocities he had committed on her in the concentration camp. He 
tried to struggle, but the bonds grew even tighter, .A look of dread, 
horror and disbelief reflected in his eyes . He stared and began 
struggling  “No!” he pleaded.”Don't kill me !, don't kill me!' “Begging 
for mercy now, you pile of shit ?”She said “I am going to cut off your 
penis slowly, but not yet,  you bastard, not until you suffer a little 
as I did from your knife” she spat in his face.” She remembered the 
night the men taking turns raping her as he stood by laughing, and the 
painful amputation of her clitoris at his hands. ‘ For God's sake, 
don't do it. I was only carrying out orders !”he pleaded hoarsely, his 
face a contortion of pain, his pleading was music to her ears. She 
grabbed his tiny organ, pulled it upright then with one swipe amputated 
it. She relived the pain she felt at the operation on her clitoris “The 
pain !the pain !I can't stand the pain!”he screamed pitifully.” After 
watching him squirm a while longer, she reached out and slowly slit his 
throat, from ear to ear. She watched as the blood ooze out of the 
gaping wound with pleasure. The End 


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