She straddled him, and grabbed the back of his head, her nails digging into his head. The pain registered far away as she continued to speak.
“Don’t be a fucking idiot Dan, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” Me on top as you bashed away.”
She ground her hips into his groin, but he couldn’t feel anything. He knew instinctively that it wasn’t a sexual act, it was too full of spite, anger and hatred.
Dan couldn’t take in this strange and frightening turn of events, his vision was fading and couldn’t even speak. His hazy mind was telling him he was in trouble in a lazy, far away voice. He knew though, that he had been drugged and that his life was in danger.
Belle stood up suddenly, “You bastards are all the fucking same. Stick your dick anywhere you like and fuck the consequences.”
She glowered at him, it barely registered with Dan now, “Honey, there are going to be some pretty fucking unpleasant consequences for you, I can assure you.” With that she strode out of the room.
The fog that clouded his thoughts and sight was now almost complete. He tried desperately to concentrate his will and move himself, but nothing replied to his pitiful efforts.
The last thing he saw was a blurred close up of her showing him something close to his face. His final tactile response was to the cold silver blade that she drew slowly down his cheek and the faint awareness of cold on his teeth, like biting into ice cubes and the tears that followed them.
“Why Dan, are those tears? Are those tears or are you just scared? Well too fucking late and Dan, this is going to take a while.”
Belle stood and slid out of her dressing gown, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. She had done the same with her husband, watching him sleep peacefully after destroying her whole life. The knife, this knife, solved that just as it would now. She smiled, it was always more pleasant when they were asleep, of course he wouldn’t be asleep for long, 6 inches of cold Sheffield steel in the groin brought them round soon enough.