She was bored. The music was pumping. The drinks were flowing. And she was dressed to kill. She stood in front of the bar, running her eyes over the couples slow-dancing. And then she saw him standing in the corner. Usually she was at this place to meet friends, but tonight she was there to have fun.
He was a handsome young man. Recently, his wife divorced him to marry another man. Enraged, he had drowned himself in alcohol. In this delirium, he had decided to put an end to this pain. He decided to kill, symbolizing vengeance that would calm his restless soul. It was the reason he was there, alone.
His reverie was ended by a mellow voice,” Would you like to have a dance?”Moments later she was in his arms. Planning his subsequent moves he bought her a drink. After another couple of drinks, he said” I would like to show you something. Come on.”
He drove as fast as he could. Within minutes they were out of the city, parked alongside the road in the dark. He flung open the door, threw her out. She uttered a scream and resisted with her entire strength, but was overpowered. Barely able to see her, he tore off her clothes, took out a pistol. The sight of it stirred her to action and she kicked him between the legs. The blow made him lose his weapon.
She found the gun, fired out two shots in his direction. Gunshots echoed. Naked and trembling she could barely think. Her eyeballs kept moving at a feverish pace. Her palms now sweaty, she realized that she had a broken leg. Meantime, he moved furtively. He narrowly escaped the bullets. Holding a dagger he skulked without a sound. Now about ten feet away, he waited.
She started limping towards the car keeping a look out. She had barely moved 5 feet, she heard a footstep. She panicked. Literally running, she struggled to maintain balance. Eventually, she lost it and fell on the road. He saw an opening and caught hold of her hand which had the gun. The other held the dagger. His grip was tenacious. He heaved his dagger; she let out a scream for help. They both heard a sound, the last one they ever heard. A moment later a lorry, rammed them. The force crushed both of them. The lorry fled, leaving the bodies in a pool of blood, disfigured beyond recognition telling a gruesome story.
