Nightly Routine

Jessica kisses her husband goodbye, though she frowns. He smiles down at her and just chuckles, shaking his head as he closes the door, what can he do? He knows that she hates it when he works these all night shifts, knows she doesn’t like being alone at night, and to be honest, he hated leaving her. After closing the door she makes her way up the stairs, cooing softly to Samson, her 5 year old blue point Siamese, the cat mewls to her and follows close behind as she prepares for bed. The fish are fed, lights turned off, she goes through her nightly routine, making little mental notes not to forget a thing. Soon she is standing in front of the mirror of her bathroom, brushing out her long brown hair, smiling at her pretty reflection, sometimes she wishes she didn’t have to wash this makeup off, it made her hazel eyes look so alluring. After pulling her hair back into a ponytail she starts the water, fills her cupped hands and almost splashes it on her face when her phone rings shrilly next to her ear, it makes her jump a bit, she blinks and looks down at the caller ID screen, her husband, funny, she wonders what he’s calling about, after turning off the water she quickly dries her hands and answers the phone, “Hey, what’s up?”
Mark responds in an uncertain voice “Oh, just calling to see if you’re okay”
She frowns a bit at her reflection “Why wouldn’t I be? I was just getting ready for bed”
He sighs a bit over the phone “I don’t know, just miss you I guess, but I’m at work now, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, I love you”
“Love you to” She frowns as she hangs up the phone, looks down at Samson and shrugs “Your daddy can be so weird sometimes.” She looks back into the mirror and smirks, she loves the look of her smirk, it’s so sexy. Turning on the water again she leans over, closing her eyes, she splashes her face. Samson’s ears prick as he hears something odd, being a cat he feels compelled to check this noise out, without even a glance to Jessica he’s up and lightly slipping down the stairs.
She hums softly as she starts to lather the soap over her eyes, she hears Samson hiss, hears him growl low and deep, it cuts short, she frowns “Samson? Baby, you okay?” She leans over to wash the soap from her eyes when she hears a rough low chuckle from right behind her.

She whirls around, her eyes open, for only a moment she sees the large, ugly face of a man standing in the hallway outside the bathroom door, then the horrible sting of the soap stabs into her eyes, she lets out a scream and turns to rinse the soap off. She gets as far as dipping her hands into the running water when a hard object cracks over the back of her head, she is forced forward, her mouth hits the faucet, breaking all of her front teeth and splitting her lips. Dazed, feeling nothing but pain, she falls to the floor, taking in a breath to try to scream out again, though the scream won’t come, she chokes on blood and shards of broken teeth, her hands rise, one to wipe at her eyes, the other moves to the throbbing pain of her head “No..” It’s all she can say before everything goes dark.
A moment later she wakes, eyes still sting, though tears have washed most of the soap out, she is able to look up as the large man looms over her, grinning like a fool, “Why?” She sobs miserably, blood dribbles over her chin, her head turns to the side so that she’s able to spit out what she can, her tongue darts about her mouth, feeling the awful damage, it makes her stomach quiver and threaten to up-heave her dinner.

He kneels down next to her and smirks, this smirk wasn’t cute, it wasn’t sexy in any way, it was ugly, full of hate and lust, it was more of a sneer. A large, callused hand moves over her outer thigh, he chuckles again, it reminded her of rocks rattling together. The hand moves to her inner thigh and forces her legs to open. She sobs softly “Please, oh, please don’t, please stop” He doesn’t seem to hear her pleas, A thick tongue moves over his thin lips as he looks down at her robed body, the wrench that he used to hit her is placed off to the side so that he can use both hands, prying her legs apart further, his grey eyes move up to look into her hers, he grins, ugly. She arches to scream again, tries to make her body move, it’s difficult, the wound on the back of her head makes her limbs feel like lead weights, after trying to scoot away he gives her another rocky chuckle and pinches at her tender flesh. She hates herself for the slight quiver she feels between her legs. His hands move to untie her robe, opens it, revealing her curvy, beautiful body, he licks his lips again and sits back to remove his shirt. When she thinks he’s distracted she covers her body back up, he seems to get caught in the long sleeved shirt, she looks down and tries to reach for the wrench, her finger tips touch it, with a great effort she pulls it towards her, it scrapes along the bathroom floor, it is the loudest sound in the world to her, and he throws his shirt off, scowling down at her, he grabs the tool away and lifts it, smashing her wrist against the floor, causing her to scream out, bone cracks, she screams and lifts her hand up to cradle it against her exposed chest, her other hand grips it “Shit, SHIT, NO!”

The awful hands return to her legs, up her thighs and moves right for her slit, he probes her inner depths while she sobs, her legs try to close, he pushes them away with a light slap of his hands, any time she looks as if she might fight he gives her a stern look, and she falls back meekly. He breaths in deep, taking in the scent of her blood, perfume, and fear. She takes time to look over him, his chest is splattered with acne and scars, his head is too big, shaved, and ugly, he looks like a goon in an old gangster movie. Soon his fingers move down, touching her anus, she cries out and shakes her dizzy head “No, not there, I beg you, please!” He smirks down at her, a hand moves to unzip his jeans, and he reaches in to take out his thick, hard, multi colored meat. It only takes a moment until she can smell the, horrible, rotted, diseased, unclean, penis. She gags and looks away, shaking her head; he is going to infect her with something. Her hatred grows.
He leans over and presses his tip against her hole, slicking it up and down, he lets out a low moan and lowers the head to her ass, she screams out, her good hand reaches down and scratches at the linoleum floor, he pushes hard into her. The pain is almost too much, he gives her no time to recover, grabbing onto her legs he leans over her, grunting, he slams into her relentlessly. She tries so hard to find a way out, if only mentally, softly, under her breath she starts to sing one of her favorite songs “We can be heroes…” He doesn’t seem to hear her, his hips continue to thrust, to grind and bash against her, calloused hands find her breasts, he grips and pulls, nails bite into skin.
He bends down and finally, for the first time that night he speaks, his voice as ugly and diseased as he is “You, you stupid little whore, you left the door unlocked, you did this to yourself. You wanted this”
She remembers now, the one thing she had missed on her list, she screams out and thrashes under him “NO NO NO! You mother, fu-“ She stops suddenly, her eyes go wide, mouth hangs open, a large knife now sticking into her lower stomach, she looks down, he is grinning, hips thrusting into her. Her body shivers hard, pain unimaginable rips through her. He grunts hard as he gives a few good thrusts, his yellow teeth grit together. Slowly, as an orgasm grips him, he shoves the knife down until it hits her spine, sharpened well, it slices up, through her intestines, blood spills from her lips, her face is pure agony, another sickening orgasm storms through him, so pretty, in so much pain. The blade cuts through her body like a hot knife through butter.
Minutes pass and the ugly man is gone, leaving two bodies for Mark to find in the morning.