Slaughter

by Shantel Tessier

My father once told me that a man who wants, takes. He said, boy, a woman will fear you and men will respect you if you’re willing to do what it takes in order to get what you want. Deserve. His hands were covered in blood at the time—not his—and he wore a smile as if he were sharing a family secret.

This bitch is my heaven and my hell. My angel and my demon. And here I am, staring down the very woman I gave everything to, only for her to take it and run, never looking back.

I’ve become one of those men I swore never to be. All because of her. I want her to beg me. I want her to bleed for me. I want her to love me.

“The innocent are the first sacrificed in war.”

I’ve always thought of her as a doll. Perfect and fragile. Now here I am fucking her like a whore and beating her like a slave.

“I’m going to slaughter them, Bunny. For you. I’m going to put you on a fucking throne and lay them at your feet for what they did to you.”

She’s been my anger. She’s been my love. She had been my happiness. And now she’s going to be my damnation.

This woman has been through hell, and she’s going to stand by my side as I bring hell to all of them. The devil will bow at the way I make them pay.