Elektra

by Jennifer Saint

No one ever asks me to repeat myself now.

No one intervened to try to stop me from becoming what I became.

I had believed they were there because they loved her, but I had been wrong. They hated her. They hated her because she was so beautiful and because she made them want her so much. Nothing brought them more joy than the fall of a lovely woman. They picked over her reputation like vultures, scavenging for every scrap of flesh they could devour.

And at my reassurance, she smiled.

That's...

Iphigenia’s body slid from the wooden altar, thudding against the platform. I pushed my hair out of my face. The blood, the blood was everywhere, smeared across her drained skin, thickening in her hair, her hair that I had run my fingers through that morning.

Welp

Let him come back and die at the hands of his bitterest enemy. Let him come back so that I can watch him suffer. And let me make it slow.

he would not burn his beloved’s body until he had sated his vengeance and, for this, only the death of Hector would suffice.”