F.A.C.E.S
A Short Story
I watched her walk down the street. I
watched her hips sway and her shoulders roll. She caught my eye on the day I
moved into the house diagonal from hers. Since then every morning when she
began her morning walk I watched from my kitchen window.
The first thing I noticed about her was how
beautiful she was. Her hair was thick and red; she held herself with good
posture and moved about gracefully. I haven’t talked to her or even seen her up
close yet. I imagine what her face will look like the structure of it, the very
fine details imprinted on it. I wonder what her different facial expressions
might be, how she will look when joyful, upset or scared. That is my favorite
to think about, the face of fear the one I live for.
Two Weeks Later:
I
watched her walk to my house. Sara, the red head walked to my home whispering
assurances to herself. She was getting closer straightening her dress along the
way. This was our third date and I had invited her to dinner at my place. I
knew the details of her face now. Her brown eyes that were constantly
searching, her high cheek bones that framed her natural beauty and her lips so
full so lovely.
I had also had the chance to study some of
her expressions. Her whole face would light up if she were happy, her brow
furrowed when she was worried and she would bite her lips when stressed.
Tonight was special to me; tonight I would see my favorite expression of all. I
opened the door to find Sara beaming but nervous. I smiled as I brought her in
and led her to my Oak Wood dining table. She sat down and proceeded to ask me
worthless fill in questions while I finished setting the table and laying out
the food.
All through the meal I watched her face
change as the topics shifted from one to another. When we talked of her work at
the bank she looked stressed and fed up. When things moved to dinner she seemed
pleased. I could hardly keep focused on our meaningless dinner talk my mind
kept traveling to thoughts of dessert.
After dinner I led her to the living room where
I had chilled and drugged champagne. After she drank two sips I would have to
wait only ten minutes to fully enjoy my night. I could tell she was enjoying
herself; smiling, flirting, laughing. That was the best part. They all really
enjoyed themselves. Women were so naïve and stupid. I enjoyed playing with them
it was my favorite form of entertainment.
I was counting down the minutes when her
eyes became filmy and red. I excused myself to go prepare for my fun. I grabbed
the tight rope and thin bladed box cutter from the linen closet. When I came
back Sara was passed out on the couch. I
was really hoping she wouldn’t be too heavy. I laid my tools down and picked
her up and carried her to the guest room. In the guest room I had a special
metal bed that was custom made for my methods of restrainment. I laid her on
the bed and went back for the rope and cutter. I was whistling on my way back
almost salivating at the thought of her face. That was my dessert. That
expression she would have when she realized her death was looming. I nearly
skipped down the hallway just thinking of it all.
When I got to the bedroom I saw Sara had
rolled off the bed. I laughed in delight.
She was starting to come awake. I leaned to pick her up and she
surprised me. I’ve never been surprised. She flipped over grabbing my throat
and struggling to get on top of me. At first I was in shock but then I started
to laugh. I laughed so hard my eyes got watery. She was drugged and a woman!
How could she possibly think that she could overpower me? Stupid women! I kneed
her hitting her between the legs. She groaned in pain falling off of me. I
rolled on top of her still laughing. I realized then I had dropped my blade.
She…Sara had it. Panic... I was too late. She swung around her arm with the
blade slicing open the left side of my throat. I laid down dying. I was dying
quickly, the cut had been deep and crimson blood was spewing everywhere. Sara
backed into the corner crying where she watched me die. In the last moments of
my life I got what I wanted, what I had thirsted for all night. In that corner
Sara’s face was stricken with fear.
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