I, Death

Sin Eater: Chapter 5

A piercing shriek came from the alley to the right.

It cut through the night with a suddenness that brought chills to Arny’s spine. It wasn’t the volume that had gotten to him. It was what the rising pitch of the shriek actually reminded him of: laughter.

Arny threw the car into drive and merged into the light flow of evening traffic, rolling up his power window. He was married with three chubby kids who would probably grow up to be lazy and disgustingly obese like he was now, with his belly pressed against the lower part of the steering wheel. The last thing he needed was to be found slashed open by some homicidal maniac leaping from the alley where he was parked waiting for some sleazy skank to walk past and offer to blow him for twenty bucks.

It was a ritual that he chickened out from performing each Friday night for the past six months. His wife, that bitch, hadn’t gone down on him in over a decade, and he was longing for nothing more than the sweet feeling of lips on his cock.

So every Friday night he cruised around, thinking that this would be the night he would do it, he would be in the right place at the right time and pay some stranger to blow him to high heaven.

Then his wife, that bitch, would really have something to storm and whine about. Not that he’d ever tell her, of course.

He thought of her lower lip trembling as she growled at him through a spray of spit; her course brown hair would slip over her forehead and in front of her eyes and she wouldn’t brush it away — that bothered him the most — because she was too busy cranking out her unending list of complaints. That he was too lazy, too fat, didn’t spend enough time with the kids, didn’t do enough around the house, never picked up after himself, ate like a slob and chewed with his mouth open.

As Arny drove away, he wasn’t sure he would ever have the courage to pay for sex from some sexy young chick. But it was the mere thought of it that allowed him to keep going, to put up with his wife’s bitchy complaining. He actually smiled thinking about the pouty look on her face as she cursed at him.

Because thinking about her unpleasant disposition and endless whining was certainly better than thinking about that high pitched cackle he’d just heard echoing through that alley.

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