As I put my key in and turned it the clank of the of the lock triggers a flashback of a hammer dropping to the floor, covered in blood. I kick off my shoes and drop my purse on the couch. I take off my jacket and throw it onto the couch as well. As I head upstairs I pass myself in the mirror and stop. I stare into my green eyes, my pale skin, my dark hair. My weapons. I stood there observing myself, running my fingers across my breasts then even lower. My breast are perfect and perky and I have yet to find a straight man who refuses me.
I walked towards the bathroom taking off my clothes. I drop my dress around my ankles and turn the faucet on. I look at legs, my hand, my neck. They are all perfect. I place a couple soap bubbles and they instantly make the steaming water blood red. I take a second look into mirror staring at my body. I’m flawless, no wonder I get away with it. I sink into the water. The scent smells of roses and something else something darker. I go completely under water and enter a dark paradise.
After the bath I head over to my bedroom still naked. I pull my curtains wide open so that Jake can see me. He waits there a smile on his face. His sick twisted brow raises and he tries to lick his lips. Sickening. I smile at him and press my boobs together. I still remember the day he brought the girl over. He is around 25 but this girl could have easily been 16. I watched as he threw her down on his bed and heard the blood curdling screams through his glass. I remained there knowing no one else on the block could have heard it. Knowing I was the only one who saw it. Ever since then I had been feeding him attention. Allowing him to look upon me but never speaking to him. He didn’t seem to want me because he knew he could get anyone with all the parties he threw. Today was one.
It was now dark and the first of his friends left the house. Bingo he had strayed from the school. Time to throw my bait. I put on a short red leather dress and put on black heels. I pushed my hair back exposing my cleavage. I follow him to the train station once he enters the light of the station I can see him clearly. He was around Jake’s age but he was more built. I quickly look around and realize the whole station is completely barren, not one person could be seen. He had blue eyes, dark brown hair, and tan skin. He wore a V-neck which exposed a smooth chest. His blue jeans had holes on them and he was wearing black vans.He was easily 6’3 but he still looked childlike. He looked at me and I smiled then he responded by also smiling back.
“Havent your parents ever told you not to stare?” He asked still smiling.“Havent your parents ever told you not to talk to strangers?” I responded.
“Well then what’s your name?” he asked.
“Venus” I answered with a smirk.
“Well I’m Austin, nice to meet you.” he extended his hands toward me. He was kind and had working hands. I reached forward and kissed it. He let out a laugh. I could smell liquor in his breath. An easy catch.
“You are not from New York are you?” he raised his eyebrows and smiled at me.
“How did you know?”
“I know a lot of things. I like to analyze people... it’s kinda of a hobby.” I ran my fingers through my hair and pushed it back. He smiled, time to reel him in.
“No, I’m just visiting my friend. Do you know Jake?” Of course I do. I know every part of him. I’ve seen him in the nude. I know who he in every aspect of life.
“Nope, never heard of him.” He smiles. He knew I knew yet he didn’t point it out.
“So where are you going tonight?” He had gained an interest in me time to get my net.
“ I was going to hang out with my sister, nothing big just some movies and a few drinks”
“That sounds boring” He said smiling at me. He wants me and he cares not about me. He’s the perfect catch. My net was now around him.
“ Well I could always go with you since you seem to be doing something interesting tonight.” I winked at him. He had a shocked expression on his face. Right there I understood he never really got much action.
“Well then, let's catch a taxi Venus it’s faster.”
We arrived at the apartment that jake had allowed him to stay in while he was in New York. He opened the door and the clank brings me back the hammer.
“Wow this Jake guy must get a lot of action since he has two places to screw girls in. He must not want anyone to track him” he was amazed at my ability to know everything he thought I didn’t knew.
“So what now?” I asked biting my lower lip and twirling my hair. This always drives them mad. Even though he knew I wasn’t a bimbo for a second the illusion was there, and all jerks love bimbos. He leaned in for a kiss and I met him halfway. I wrapped my legs around him then kicked off my heels as he held me up. I observed the room as he started kissing my neck. I look around down the hallways as he put me against the wall. At the end of the hallway I can see what appears to be a living room and I know that’s where it will all take place. Knowing jake he would make sure he has a sofa big enough for two.
“Lets go to the living room” I whisper his ear then biting my lip. Being an actor paid off with men. He carried me there and the living room was exactly what I envisioned.The walls were covered with paintings of naked women and above the main sofa was a picture of a tiger. How typical. The living room was spacious, big enough for more than two. The center had a mahogany coffee table that was on top of a white fur rug. Above the coffee table there was a golden light fixture and on the table there was a statue of a woman pouring water out a vase onto her breast. Classic Jake. The second I fixed my eyes on it I knew that was what I needed. He didn’t turn the light on so the only source of light was of the moonlight entering the huge balcony glass door.
Austin layed me down on the couch and starts unzip my dress. He does it gently trying to turn me on but I only let him believe he is doing so. His keys drop on the rug and starts to undo his pants. It was quite pathetic but it wasn’t as if I was going to go out with him but he was still a catch. As soon as he enters me his facial expression changes. Gratitude takes over and he stops trying to be sexy. It was as if this was his first time. His eyes closed and he licked his lips frantically. If his eyes weren’t closed he would have seen me overcome with disgust. I let out a fake moan and his eyes flashed open because it was probably the first time it had ever happened. He speeds up, time must be running short. I needed to get closer to the statue.
“Lets do it on the floor, I wanna be on top” I moaned in his ear as convincing as I could. His face shows relief and excitement. What a lazy bastard. He laid on the hardwood floor and I placed myself on top of him. I instantly started to work up a rhythm. The statue was in reach. He closed his eyes and I knew it was time. As I grasped the statue, he was beginning to finish. I could feel his muscles jerking below me and I had to do It now. His eyes flashed opened and panic took over his face. He wrapped his right hand around my neck but it was too late. I quickly slam down on his temple and he releases his grip. I kept pounding the marble statues against his skull. I stood up and put on my dress.
“Such a shame. If you wouldn’t have been such a jerk I would have spared you” I said smiling at his disfigured face. I head down the hallway to his bathroom and wipe the blood from my body. I get a hand towel and start to wipe down all the places I've touched. I make sure to wipe every print off the statue and place it down back the way it was. I wipe my DNA off his pathetic excuse of a penis and burn the towel in the kitchen sink.
As I leave the apartment I make sure to look around. There was no one there and no cameras. This was perfect. Then suddenly my body fails me. Tears start to stream down my face and I know this is the one pathetic thing about me. You would think after 20, I would have stopped crying.
1. What are some struggles that you have faced as you have workshopped your pieces? What have you done to overcome them?
-One of the struggles I had while work shopping is finding other ways to phrase what I was trying to say to make it clearer for them. I've kept trying and so far it has been easier to do so.
2. What did you learn about yourself as a writer as you have gone through the workshopping experience?
-I've learned that I make a lot of typos when I write.
3. What theme wound up emerging from your piece?
-Revenge became a theme after I was told I needed a reason.
4. Is your piece the way you want it to be? What else would you like to work on with it?
-I want to work more on developing Venus.
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