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Friday, October 28, 2011

Said The Spider To The Fly

I stand over your grave, black roses in hand.  Tears caress my cheek with a gentle touch.  Oh, I'm not weeping for you.  These are tears of joy.  You see, now that you're dead, I can rejoice and get back the life I use to have.

Let me explain.  When we met, it was love at first sight.  For me anyway.  You just saw me as a potential conquest, someone who you could have fun with.  But my personality won you over and we became a couple.

We would do everything together.  We were one of those annoying couples that everyone complains about.  You know, we finished each others sentences and "I" in conversations gave way to "we."  I was happy.  Much happier then I could ever be.

Then she came along and you strayed.  Promising to call me tomorrow and never following through with plans.  You made these great promises but never saw them through.  You offered me the moon, the sun, the stars and what hurts the most is that I believed you.

When you called to cancel our plans two hours before we were suppose to be somewhere, I knew it was the end.  So I followed you.  I saw you run to her, greeting her with open arms.  That was the way you greeted me.  Or at least, you use to.  Now you won't spend any time with me and the time that we do spend together usually results in you staring at your phone.

As I watched you embrace her, a plan formed in my mind.  I would make you see the error of your ways if it was the last thing I ever did.

When you got home, I was there.  Dolled up to the extremes, my blond hair straightened, my little black dress nothing short of temptation.  I walked over to you and before you could speak, I kissed you.  My hand played with your belt as my tongue danced with yours.

I broke the kiss, stared at you seductively, giving you a look I knew you couldn't resist.  With your belt in my hand, I wrapped it around your neck, pulling it tighter, the seduction dancing in my eyes faded and all that was left was coldness.

You called my name, fighting, clawing at me with your last breath as your life slipped away from you.

Satisfied that you were dead, I released the belt and your body fell to the floor.  "Prick," I said, as I kicked your thigh.  "Rot in hell."

I dragged your body down the hall and into the bedroom, stripping you before carefully laying you out.  I handcuffed you to the bed, the belt still around your neck. 

I left you there as I seeked out your other girlfriend.  I found her, and I have to say, she didn't put up much of a fight.  Of course the chloroform may have had something to do with it.

When she woke, she found herself, naked on top of you, her hand on your belt.  That's when I walked in and discovered your body. 

As I stand on your grave a smile crosses my face.  I told you I wasn't one you could mess with.  I told you that if you ever broke my heart I would kill you.  As far as you and I are concerned, I gave you fair warning.  It's not my fault that you didn't listen.

I toss the roses down onto your grave as the funeral ends.  I wouldn't worry about your little friend.  She's making friends with Big Mona in the state prison. 

I glance around.  The cop that questioned me stands by a tree, his eyes watching me.  I remove my jacket, showing off my ample breasts in a tight black top.  I see the lust in his eyes.  Deep down he knows I am responsible but has no proof.  And if he decides to mess with me, you will have a new buddy in the ground.

As I walk from the cemetery, my heels sinking into the grass, I glance over my shoulder, my eyes lighting up with a seductive dance.  The cop acknowledges my stare with a tip of his hat.  I nod my head, suggesting that he follows me.  His smile broadens and he does.

I lean against the car and lick my lips which are bloody red.  He comes overs, nonchalantly staring at my body.  "Do you like what you see?" I ask.

His smile is bright, his lips full, his teeth straight and whiter than most.  "I do," he replies. 

I unlock the car and open the door.  "Why don't we go somewhere and talk?" I suggest.  I run a finger down my neck and across the top of my breasts.  He smiles again and tells me he'd love to.  I glance up at the sky.  It's threatening with rain.

"Then get in," said the spider to the fly.


  1. Wow! It was creepy, chilling and very intimidating. I love it, Rei!

  2. OMFG! Never has a story so deranged captured my attention like that. She did what every woman who discovers their partners are cheating on them wants to do. You are a brilliant writer, Rei! Keep it up.

  3. Very creepy but loved it anyway.