Contests and Short Stories

When Vows Are Broken

Warning! Will contain violence

She stood there hovering over him with a sickening sweet smile plastered on her face and the heavy axe dangling carelessly from her right hand. He tried despereately to scoot back away from her but his fear only caused her smile to grow into a full out grin. She could feel the weight of his betrayal lifting from her shoulders as the images of what she would do to him tonight consumed her mind. She sighed in contentmet as she tilted her face up towards the cieling, oh the sweet relief.

The sound of his whimper caused her to drag her eyes back to his wide tearful ones. He looked terrified and she liked that. He deserved to feel like a torn up mess, just like she had for the last few months. He had destroyed her and felt no remorse for doing so, but he would feel remorse today. At a matter of fact it would be the last feeling he had besides the searing pain that would rip across his body like the blade of her axe would.

He would feel all the pain she felt. The pain she felt as she stayed up night after night crying over him. Lost and gained weight then lost it again in a visious and unhealthy cycle that made her feel week and worthless. She had withstood the unceasing gossip and snide remarks that her very own family and friends had directed at her, and for what? Her husbands betrayal? Had they all somehow forgotten that she had remained the loyal and faithful one? How could that not matter? And how was it her fault that her husband turned out to be a coniving, selfish, cheating, disrespectful son of bitch? Well, eventually the fat around her thighs were not the only thing she lost. She had lost her tolerance, her patience, her caring nature, her friends, and last but definitely not least her sanity.Tonight he would meet the broken wife that he had not married but created and he would reep the consequence of his sins against her.

She flicked the tule of her wedding vail over her shoulder and out of her face as she let her eyes trail over his body. She couldn't decide whether to start with the legs or arms. Soon enough she decided that it would probably be best if she just took a swing out of luck and then see where it landed. And that was exactly what she did.

The bedroom filled with the sound of his screams and blood splattered onto the white fabric of her old wedding dress. She couldn't help the giggles that spilled out of her lips as she watched him squirm and cry out in pain as the thick red liquid poured from his shoulder and onto his light blue work shirt. It smelt like his bitch, she had noticed it the moment he walked into the house tonight and it just drove her into a frezny.

"P-please," He sputtered as he began his begging.

"Please?" She asked as though she had no idea what he was asking for, "Please what? Please stop slicing you into a million pieces until you finally feel the pain you put me through! Huh? Is that what you want? Or is it pleeeease MORE?!" She screamed as she swung the axe again and again and again and again. She relished in the feeling of the axe slicing through his lean flesh over and over again. The spots of blood painted the walls and covered her made up cheeks. Oh the sweet relief.

It was only when he stopped moving that she let herself catch her breath. There he was laying on the bedroom floor, oozing blood and still softly whimpering in pain.

She crouched down to meet him eyes level, "Have you had enpugh my love?" She asked sweetly.

When she saw his nod she knew it meant a lot more than just a yes to her question, he would be a good little husband now, or at least if he didn't bleed to death on the silk carpet.