Five Shades of Genre: A Collection of Stories

Psychopath's Trauma

Annalita's POV

My husband called me in the middle of the night; it's 1:47 AM. He said he needs me, and then he dropped the call, and because of what he said, it scared me. That's why I immediately came to his apartment.

I saw a lot of tissues spread on the sofa that were quite sticky. I immediately knocked on his door, and no one answered me. I opened it and saw him naked.

"What the fuck, June!? What the hell happened to you!?" I asked, full of apprehension. I saw his eyes open, his eyes full of lust. He smiled.

"What took you so long? Don't you know how scared I was!?" The smile disappeared from his lips as he said that question out loud.

"Wa-what ha-happened?" I ask him in a very low tone.

"Can't you see in my eyes?" He said as he smirked.

"I have to go.." I responded, but he grabbed my wrist tightly.

He stood up and held my two arms tightly as he smiled while his eyes were full of lust. I'm so scared; I feel like my body's weak. I tried to run away by kicking his dick, but he grabbed my hair and banged it on the wall, making me even more weak and dizzy.

He turned on the camera and raped me. Yes, my husband raped me.

I woke up naked, and he was not in his room. I quickly got dressed when I saw result papers from a hospital.

"Psychiatry?" I asked, astonished, as my body continued to feel weak.

I opened it, and I read something shocking that he once didn't say.

"Positive, Monoamine Oxidase A. Psychopath." I sat down when I read that.

"Psychopath? How come he was a psychopath?" I was even more surprised when I saw an upside-down photo under the drawer that contained that result. I took as I saw.

"What!? He's the best-known rapist in the country, who is still unidentified!?"

"28 women, he raped and killed!?" I ask in shock. I was even more frightened by what I found when I heard the door open and someone speak.

"Oh HAHAHAHA, you've seen that."
He came over to me, pulled me out, and laid me on the bed.

He strangled me and used his favorite knife to point at my body.

"It's your last day, honey. You told me.. you will help me with my trauma. But why can't I feel that you are helping me?" he asked while his eyes were looking helpless.

"Ah? My stepmom raped me when I was 10 until I was 17 years old. I was in hell for seven years and no one was helping and listening to me. It was my self who helped me. Not until I learned how to kill her. It's so damn good as if I'm eating my favorite desert. And the 28 women I killed and raped, they are the ones who's full of lust; that's why I gave it to them and killed them since they are just annoying brats in this country," he said with a proud smile.

"B-but why? Why a-are y-you going t-to ki-kill me?" I ask in a very weak tone as my whole body trembles with fear.

"You cheated. I also killed that ugly, annoying guy." he said, and he stabbed my side six times. I saw his eyes full of desire. A desire is shown in his eyes that cannot be hidden. The last thing I saw was that he stabbed me in the head with a knife, and I lost consciousness.

I didn't cheat; he was my long-lost brother who grew up in an orphanage.

Where is my justice?