I then went on carrying out my useless existence. My husband still with no improvement and oblivious to the absence of our son . It was all his fault that I lost my son, it has been 18 years since I last saw my sweet little boy. I do not know how he has grown up, or what kind of a man he has become.
I went and killed many other men to try and get the husband that I loved back, as I believed that he may start acting more humane if he was afraid. If he was aware of a woman who was going around killing men who he knew treated their wives poorly. I watched men and how they treated their wives with utter treachery - worse than farm animals. I watched them and avenged those women. I waited for those candles to go out, and then went in and strangled them to death while their wives lay on the ground knocked out from their husband's blow. I took their thumb bones and left the house bloody, for the wives to wake up and find that their husband was dead and they were free. But then I thought: what if they needed them, or loved them. Children lost their fathers and wives lost husbands, I did this all for my own self gain, but I felt that I needed to do it. A new bloodline of men was needed, one with compassion and honour.
I did this several times, and felt pleasure as I did so, freeing those imprisoned by eternal suffering. The only problem was that my husband was not deterred, with his patriarchal attitude only worsening, not being instilled with fear. Living on thinking that no woman could ever touch him so he only hit me ever more in defiance. He told me that we are only seductresses, waiting to ruin the morals of any passing male.
But my killings are a story for another time.
I hated my husband from that point forth, I swore a vow 18 years ago that I would get my revenge, revenge for taking my son away. His arrogance and self absorption would be the death of him.
He came home walking through the front door, drunk and stumbling. He went to bed blowing out his candle first, like I shall blow him off the face of the Earth. I saw it in my heart to kill him and I did. I loved and I cherished him but he only abused me, struck me, raped me. I then slowly began to lose my mind but not to the point where I couldn't kill, where I couldn't devise, where I couldn't finally get my revenge. I started to hate him, hate him so much. But I didn't show it, I was sly you see, I did everything according to his whim, waiting for my chance to strike.
I can't even think of his name anymore, only the pleasure I felt when I heard the sound of his heart beat stop. When his blood slowly dripped out of his body and covered me getting closer to his inevitable death. He squealed like a woman and I slapped him hard across the face, screaming that 'I WAS THE MURDERER.' After which I zealously ate him, every mouthful, every bit getting him closer to being wiped off the rest of the earth. I made sure he went back to whence he came, the inside of a woman. I then carried out my ritual - cutting off his thumb bones and wearing them upside down around my neck signifying his torturous death. I made him suffer the pain that women have been suffering for centuries on end because of their heinous crimes. I made him feel the pain that I felt, he does not deserve to live, he only deserved death.
I continued to vow to get my revenge on men, that men shall suffer the pain that I endured. The pain that dictated my life, because of men I lost everything, lost my family, my humanity and my mind. They shall suffer the same, I swore upon the life of every soul that I am not leaving this Earth without having every abusive man suffer.
This is a testament to all women, who have suffered at the hands of men. Do not bow to their whim, fight them, you are not on this earth to suffer so much. Please I plea to all women to stand up, together and fight off the only evil in this world, which is men. This is my last and only wish.
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Deception
Mystery / ThrillerA woman saves those she loves from abuse and cruelty, through deception, or is she herself deceived.