The door opens sleepily and he steps out. But it's not really him, not the him I hate. He's sluggish and slow and sleepy and he is dragging his feet against the floorboards. My leg comes up quickly and I kick him hard, right in the midsection between his ribs, and knock the air out of him. He stumbles back, startled and I push him back as hard as I can, watching him fall clumsily onto the hard floor. He's more awake now, and I can see the anger in his eyes. Before I can even think about it, my brain tells my left hand to slash at his neck. Dark crimson splutters out, more and more flowing from the wounds and yet my hand won't stop moving. By the time I can still myself, he's almost fully decapitated. There are cuts on his face and chest from where I've missed, and blood flowing out all over the floor boards. I crouch there for a few minuets, and I can't help but laugh as his blood mixes with another liquid as his muscles relax. The stupid man can't even control his own bladder anymore, let alone his wife.
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Murder Machine - Short story (2200 words)
Mystery / ThrillerA young wife has had enough of her husband treating her like an obedient little machine he owns, so she takes her revenge. Meant to be read in one to two sittings, that's why the parts are so short!