All that could be heard throughout this house that was too big for just two people was laughter.
Loud laughter. It was such a nice day, something I hadn't experienced in months.
My boyfriend, Anthony (he irrelevant so like I ain't put much thought into his name), and I were the only people that lived in this mansion. Other than us there was my dog, Orion. It seems as though lately we're always busy so having days like this is a blessing.
But that night, after all the fun and games were over, he got a text and told me he had to leave out. Said it was for work. He's never at work at night.
I gave him an odd look and simply said okay and with that he rushed to get ready and took off. I sat in silence for a few minutes thinking about how this great day was too good to be true. Usually I'm the one that has to work at night. That's when I work best. I find it easier to work at night seeing as to how I can sneak and it's harder to get caught. Don't get me wrong I don't kill people every night. Not even every week. But a person like me has to constantly train so I can stay a step ahead of everyone and everything.
As for Anthony, he knows everything about me despite him being a normal, crime free person. I've been noticing lately how he just doesn't make the effort to enjoy his time with me. We never go out, we barely talk, and the only time I seem useful to him is when he gets home from 'going out with the guys' and he's ready to pound into me. I enjoyed all the love making the first two years but these last few months I've had to put on a fake smile and let out fake moans. He doesn't arouse me anymore.
I could see clearly long ago that he was just taking advantage of me. My body, my time, my money. That call was my last string.
I let it go on for about three months until one night I finally had everything planned and set.
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"One more won't kill me right?" I looked at Orion while opening up my laptop and setting it on the kitchen island. While I was waiting for it to turn on I set up a line of coke and searched for my lighter so I could smoke my joint (BIG FAT DOINT) afterward. The laptop finally started and I was able to pull up the security footage.
"Can you believe this?" I snorted it, taking a deep breathe after. "He really had the audacity to bring this bitch into my fucking house. And fuck her! In my fucking bed!"
I looked at Orion who was watching me as if I had a treat for him.
"Neither can I." I lit the joint and stood there as I listened to the moans coming from the video. I've had security cameras installed ever since I moved in. For my protection. Trust me this isn't what I expected to actually need it for.
I watched them kiss and suck on each other as he thrusted into her. They could've at least went under the sheets. I rolled my eyes back as the moans got louder, taking in more smoke letting the thoughts of murder run through my head.
When they finished I put the joint out and closed out the tab. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" A few seconds later I heard the front door being unlocked and in came my wonderful man.
"Heeeey gorgeous," I smiled as I closed the laptop. He came over and kissed my neck. "What are you still doing up?"
"I was planning on making some food but got distracted. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah it got a little crazy though," more kisses on my neck. More unwanted kisses.
Suddenly his hand was sliding down my sweats and groping my ass. I made it seem as though I was into it. Don't think this is rape. Think of it more as a set up. He has my consent but not for the correct reasons.
