Black Widow

1.

They call me The black widow, because I poison my victims, rope them down a chair, like a web around them.

And then I kill them.

My victims are all men, never a woman.

But are they really victims though? I kill predators, rapists, abusers.

But before I kill them off, I torture them a little, cut off the thing they misuse - their dick - before putting my knife in their throat.

I always stab them two times, right next to each other.

Like a spider bite.

Tonight wasn't any different, I was looking down at the latest fucker. He passed out pretty quickly after I cut his little dick off.

So now, I had to wait until he wasn't unconscious anymore.

I used that time to search my next victim. It didn't really take very long. I had a good partner in crime.

My best friend Shirley gave me names, information about these fuckers, everything she could find while hacking the police database.

"He is a real motherfucker Bonnie, he has raped several girls, drugged them and abused them. Some of them were even underage" Shirley said as we were on the phone together.

"And why didn't the police do anything about him?"

"He's filthy rich, the case has been closed probably because he bribed someone off, they lost several pieces of evidence" she answered.

Like most cases, it were always rich bastards who got away with these things.
Talk about being corrupt.

"Where can I find him?" I asked.

"Not really sure, there is not much in the file, so I did some digging myself." She said, I could hear she was typing something on her laptop. "He goes to a lot of events, sponsors a few things, he hangs out with rich people"

I nodded, that was not much information.

"What kind of events?" I asked, looked at the fucker in front of me, he was still unconscious.
It took him longer than most to recover.

"Uh" Shirley mumbled. "Red Bull things, he has pictures where he attends F1 races too, fancy dinners, lots of vacations"

Not an easy target. Most of them had a job, or a place where they would constantly go to.

It was easy to lure a predator, you just had to pretend to be their prey. An innocent little lamb.

I was quite the opposite.

But this man wasn't as easy.

"Send me everything you can, I have to finish something first" I said as I looked at the predator in front of me.

He was finally waking up, slowly, already groaning.

"I will" she said. "Good luck!" She giggled before hanging up.

I got up, grabbed my knife, tilted my head as I looked down at him. He was crying, begging me to let him go.

As if I would ever do that.

"Good morning" I smiled.

"Why are you doing this?" He cried. He was an ugly crier, like most of them.

"I think you know why" I said, walking closer to him.

"What do you want? Money? I can give you money if you let me go" he kept begging.

I chuckled. I would be rich if I took all the money they ever offered me.

Unfortunately for them, I never wanted to be rich.

So instead of letting him go, I put my knife in his throat. Two times.

On to the next.