Bumps in the Night

Bumps in the Night

Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Flash Fiction

Summary

A violent rape and murder switching off perspective between the attacker and the victim.

Summary

A violent rape and murder switching off perspective between the attacker and the victim.

Content

Submitted: December 12, 2012

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Content

Submitted: December 12, 2012

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He followed her home from the grocery store and parked across the street to watch her bring her bags of groceries into her small track home.  Her car was the only one parked in the driveway, and judging by the limited groceries that he saw her leaving the store with, she's only feeding herself.  She left her front door open for nearly ten minutes while she put away her groceries; little chance of there being a dog.  He made a mental note of what the front of the house looked like and drove away.

 

She woke up in the middle of the night because of a slight thud that carried through the walls of her house.  She dismissed it as just a car door being shut too hard somewhere outside, when she thought she heard a shuffling noise coming from much closer.  A cold chill climbed her back and made her hair stand on end.  She opened her eyes as wide as she could and stared at her bedroom door, trying to detect any hint of motion coming from the small gap underneath it.  Her heartbeat counted out the seconds as she lay like this hardly daring to breathe.  Finally she worked up the courage to get out of her bed.  She grabbed her cell phone off of her bed-stand and dialed 9-1.  With her thumb hovering over the last 1 ready to push it,  and the glow from the screen acting as her flashlight, she slowly moved towards her bedroom door.  She twisted the knob as silently as she could, and then after a brief hesitation began to pull the door open towards her, every second ready to push that last 1 on the phone.  When the door was completely open, she took her first careful step out of her bedroom and shined her phone around trying to cast the dim light into the shadows of the next room.  She started moving towards the lamp in that room to turn it on when the light from her phone faded to black.  Before she could press another button to reactivate the backlight of the phone, a shadow sprung from the darkness directly at her.  She only had time to drop her phone and throw her hands in front of her before she felt gloved hands close around her arms.

 

He tossed her back through the door she came out of and onto her bed.  He broke into her house by climbing through an open window after he cut out the screen.  He took the knife that he used to do this out and held it against her soft skin.  He told her that if she screamed he would cut her fucking heart out, and then he stabbed the eight inch kitchen knife into her mattress and started yanking off her clothes.  He tore her shirt off over her head and started jamming it in her mouth while his other hand ripped down the silk shorts she was wearing as pajamas and started grabbing between her legs.  He could feel her trying to squirm out from under him, but she was too weak, he knew he had control.  He held one hand over her mouth with the shirt hanging out of it, and bent down to bite her naked nipple.  He bit her breast as hard as he could and he tasted blood.  She thrashed in pain and tried to scream but the shirt muffled the noise.  He unzipped his pants and forced her legs apart, thrusting himself as hard as he could inside of her.

 

Tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes and her mouth was hurting from the shirt stuffed in it.  She was struggling for air and felt her gag reflex tie her throat in a knot.  She was trying to twist out from under him, tried to shake her head free from his grip, but he was too strong.  He kept pumping himself into her, with every thrust she fought less and cried more.  Her mind began to leave her body; she felt more like she was watching this happen to someone else, almost like it was a movie and wasn't real.  She watched her own body go limp, moving only as a reaction to the monster humping away at her.  She cried harder.

 

He saw her eyes staring up at the ceiling, wincing in pain.  Her body was shuddering with her sobs, and they just made him want to hurt her more.  He wanted to stab through her cervix with his dick, he wanted to crush her skull with his fists, he wanted to squeeze her throat until her eyes bulged in the horror of her imminent fate.  Suddenly he felt the faint hint of an orgasm growing in his gonads.  With one hand still secure over her mouth, the other one grabbed the kitchen knife out of the mattress and held it against her delicate throat.  Her eyes were waterfalls of tears and a liquid mucus was flowing from her nose as she cried even harder.  He pushed down as hard as he could and pulled the knife across her throat sharply as he simultaneously came inside of her.

 

The bite of the knife felt cold to her at first, an intense concentrated cold that leaves a line of sharp pain behind.  Then, after the longest second she's ever experienced, she felt warmth pouring out of the pain.  She lay there in shock as she concentrated on the heat of the liquid blanketing her neck.  She tried to breath but she couldn't.  The gash bubbled and spasmed as she gasped for air.  She could feel the rest of her body getting colder.  With every beat of her heart more heat was pumped out of her.  The beats got slower... weaker... and then they stopped.

 

He zipped up his fly and left her there, with her blood soaking through her sheets and into the mattress,  He climbed out the same window that he used to get in and walked nonchalantly to his car parked three houses up the street.  He tossed the knife into the back seat, started up the car, and drove away into the night humming along to the radio.


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