The Misogynist (Republished)

Freshly Brewed Coffee (Final Part)

The heat radiating from the sun warms me to my core, gently kissing the exposed skin on my face. I cannot help but close my eyes to bask in it. It provides welcomed comfort on an otherwise chilly, windy day. The clouds have dissipated.

All around me birds are chirping. Geese honk in the distance. The leaves and branches above me rustle in the wind.

It is a beautiful day.

This is my favorite place in this otherwise godforsaken town. My sanctuary.

I sit on my favorite bench, in a secluded area of the park. I have spent hours here on weekdays without seeing a soul. It is my secret hideaway.

Surrounded by nature. Secluded from the busied bodies that constantly fill the crowded sidewalks and the sprawling shops.

Yet, I am anxious.

I unlock my phone.

      Sir: Call in sick to work. Follow the coordinates below. Take out the vibrator before you leave the car. Lick your juices off clean before putting it away. Bring the blindfold. Await further instructions once you are there.

My instructions were clear. I did not leave anything open to interpretation. She was to come straight here. The coordinates lead straight to this bench.

Yet she has not come. And no reply. I just see the three dots indicating she stopped typing mid text.

My mind skips and loops like a broken record player. I struggle to come up with a complete, coherent thought. I am equal parts frustrated, hurt, and confused.

And all parts angry.

Have I gone too fucking easy on her? Does she think that I am playing around? That she can fucking ghost me after I give her a direct order!?

I was going to share an important part of my life with her.

This place.. my favorite place. My hideaway. I wanted to give her that. I wanted to give her so much more. And to think..

I was going to show her my face.

To take a leap of faith. Risk everything over the woman that has dominated my thoughts for months. Consumed my wants and desires. And when I finally took her..

Made my fucking dreams come true. Satisfy my sexual drive like no woman ever fucking came close to.

And now I feel the same way I felt when I lost control that first night. When I attacked her. Tied her up. Ate her wet cunt as she whimpered. Fucked her pussy relentlessly with my hand around her throat and pumped her full of my cum.

A hunger. An insatiable hunger that overrides all caution and reason. And the only way to feed it is to devour her.

She wants to play hard to get?

Challenge. Fucking. Accepted. I will show her why I am not to be fucked with.

My phone buzzes. I snort when I read her message—no, her novel.

      My pet: I’M SO SRY! When I called in, my boss was reaming me out for being late. I FORGOT TODAY IS ORIENTATION DAY! I am the only one that can give half of the classes to the new hires. And it's a long ass day. The company always pays for dinner and drinks at the Tavern at the end. I'm sorry I can't miss it.

      My pet: omg I just realized that msg didn't send until just now. Fuck. Plz don't be mad. I'll make it up to you

Oh you will make it up to me alright. And honestly, as far as excuses go— that is a reasonable one. Maybe I can forgive her. But her punishment?