One Liner

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I hear her tortured screams coming up from the basement. Does she really want me to beat her again?

5 weeks earlier

As the therapist for the women's marriage counseling, people trust me with their wives; they really shouldn't. I leave my humble abode and travel down to my office. Here we go again, the same unfaithful people coming to me for advice to rekindle their oh so broken love lives. I'm just here to teach them a lesson. Technically I'm just serving justice. My next little student will be Sarah Collins. She really intrigued me. Maybe because she slept with my husband. Ah and here she comes, prancing her way through the door.
"Hey Dr. Cole!"
"Oh hello Sarah. I didn't know you were coming today."
Stupid bitch.
"Take a seat sweetie, would you like some tea?"
"Oh no I'm fine" Sarah replies.
Just take the fucking tea you whore.
"No please, I insist. I just want all my clients to be comfortable" I say with the slightest bit of malice in my tone.
"Alright then, thank you" Sarah says with a slight smile.
I hate fake bitches.

5 weeks later

"Hey shut the hell up!"
I walk down through the dark corridor all the way to the basement entrance. Quietly I unlock the door and turn on the dim hanging light. Her bony and darkened silhouette stand out in the dark basement. I can hear her silent cries and heavy breathing... yet I feel no pity. She got what she deserved. She dug her own grave.
"P-please stop this" she stutters out in fear.
"Don't you remember you little slut. Speak only when spoke to. Where are your manners sweetie?" I walk closer to her. I want to see the tears roll down her face. I want to see the sweat beads fall from her forehead. And I want to see the genuine pain and fear in her eyes. Just then she lets out a loud sob, her whole body shivers.
"What did I tell you about the noise?" I yell in a thunderous roar. I slap her face hard, surely making a mark. Her body flings across the concrete floor and the slap noise echoes throughout the small room. She lets out another pained scream.
"Oh sweetie did I hurt you?" I ask in fake concern.
She sobs again and whispers something inaudible.
"It was a rhetorical question you dirty scumbag" I say and slap her one more time.

5 weeks earlier

"So Sarah, what did you want to speak about?"
"I'm just having a lot of trouble with my marriage. I just don't feel the same spark anymore and I don't want to do something I'll regret" she says as she sips on her tea.
Did you feel that spark with my husband you slut?
"Oh I see, that's a common issue for a lot of couples your age. They seem to lose interest, I mean it's really not rare at all. Women like you usually resort to home wrecking after this stage."
"Excuse me" Sarah replies in a defensive tone.
"Well I mean, you slept with my husband right? because you weren't able to save your own huh?
Your husband didn't want you anymore so you decided to ruin someone's else's relationship." Sarah doesn't reply to my statement but I can see the anger and guilt hidden in her eyes.
"It's okay really, no hard feelings. It must hurt being abandoned due to lack of interest. I heard you couldn't even give him children while he always wanted a family" that one seemed to set her off.
"Who do you think you are huh?" she yelled standing up.
"Easy, easy. Don't start something you can't finish."
Right then and there Sarah slapped me. Sarah fucking Collins. What a joke. She really shouldn't have done that. And just like that the tea kicked in. 0:1 Cole. With the slap I suppose it's 1:1 but what I'm about to do is nothing compared to what she is capable of. Ah and finally, Sarah's limp body falls to the floor. It's now my time to shine. I take her fat ass back to my basement. I then tie her up and leave her there to starve. Some days I give her canned dog food, since that's how she likes to act. A bitch. I also give her a bowl of water. After all, I'm not a monster...

5 weeks later

I'm officially sick of her constant crying. I can't keep slapping her. It hurts my nimble fingers. I guess I just have to get rid of her.
"W-what are y-you doing?" Sarah asks with fear and pain in her voice as I drag her by her hair to the corner of the basement.
"I already had my fun. Now I'm just getting rid of my old toy" I responded lightly letting her hair go.
I take a rope and tie it around her neck, her breath quickens as she tries harder and harder to breathe.
I then grab the knife out of my back pocket and stab her in her abdomen. Her pained screams echo around me in this dull basement. Blood gushes out of her fresh wound.
"Shut the fuck up!" I yell as I stab her multiple times in the same place. Her blood splatters the walls around me. Her screams soon fall into a silence. Her lungs no longer capable of taking breaths. Her heart no longer beating. Finally I bask in eerie silence around me. I take my machete and dismember her body. I add her body parts to the glass freezer in my art gallery. So many memories fill my mind as look around the room. I did it. I made the world a better place. It makes a small smile appear on my face.

I think about today's victory. I've served justice once again.