My day had begun like every other day since I married Richard. I wake up at 5A.M. and get myself ready for the day, then lay out Richard’s clothes for him and head out to the Farmers Market to pick up the ingredients for my darling husbands breakfast. He insists that I pick these items up every day, even though we live several miles from the market. He says his body is a temple and should be treated as such, only the freshest fruits, vegetables and meats will suffice. For breakfast he likes to have homemade biscuits, two eggs, 3 pieces of sausage and a huge pile of bacon.
No variations or exceptions. To do so would mean grave consequences for me. Richard was indeed an overbearing man with very violent tendencies. But I truly loved him with all my heart. He was my world and I would do whatever it took to please him and keep him fully satisfied, even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness.
Besides I really don't think my fragile little body could handle another ass whoopin'. I was only 5' 2" and weighed in at around 100 pounds. I had to watch what I ate because Richard had made it abundantly clear that he would leave me if I gained weight or started losing my looks.
So I worked very hard to keep my body in shape and my weight under 100 pounds. My daily regiment is 500 pushups and 1,000 sit-ups then 2 hours straight on the treadmill. I have used every wrinkle cream and skin bleaching agent known to man to get rid of any unwanted blemishes, all because I refuse to give my man up to a younger, sleeker version of myself.
Richard controlled every aspect of our household from keeping track of our finances to what we watched on television and how we decorated the house. He even chose who I was allowed to talk to and be friends with. I know it sounds bad but he's just looking out for my best interests.
I could hear him getting dressed upstairs so I quickly made his plate and put it on the table next to the glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Richard didn't like the canned juice; he said it tasted like orange flavored plastic. So on my daily treks to The Farmers Market I would purchase fresh oranges specifically for his morning juice.
He sat down at the table and began to wolf down the meal I had spent so much time preparing. As he thumbed through the newspaper he stopped for a moment and slowly peered up at me.
"Oh no" I thought to myself. "What did I mess up this time?"
Richard looked me in the eyes and said "Well that was actually pretty good. The bacon was a little dry, but I wouldn't expect you to get it right anyway.”
His words cut right to the bone, but this was the life I chose and no matter what, I was going to make it work. I just stood there and said nothing while he continued reading the newspaper. Sometimes it was best to just ignore the mean things he said and go on about my business. Sometimes he may be curt with his responses but I know that deep down inside he loves me, almost as much as I love him. He continued on with his meal and would look up at me every few minutes just to let me know I existed in his perfect little world before diving right back into his newspaper.
I stared at him and wondered to myself if things would ever be the same between us. We had tried to have children before but every time I got pregnant I could never carry the baby to full term. My body just couldn't handle the pressure of another entity growing inside of me.
Even though we had tried several times to have children, the results were always the same. Failure. I knew that this was one of the main reasons he had become so distant and short with me over the years. I remember one incident very clearly as if it were only yesterday.
One evening we were going over to his mothers for dinner and he kept on rushing me as I got ready. In my haste I didn't have time to double and triple check everything before we left like I usually do. I am very careful about the way our house looks and what is left on. Normally we only leave a light on in the living room for security purposes. But I was pretty sure I had turned everything off and did all that I was supposed to before we hopped in the car and left for dinner.
When we got back from his mothers Richard stood in the entryway to our bathroom with a devilish grin on his face as he spoke in a low even tone.
"Hey Sophia, Come here for a sec. Would ya? There's something in here that requires your immediate attention.”
I actually got a little excited because I thought we were gonna do it in the bathroom! I mean all night long he had been pretty cold and seemed to ignore me at his mothers. Maybe this was his way of apologizing to me, a quick and unexpected romp in the bathroom, or maybe a quickie in the shower? MMMMMM....that sounded sooooo nice.
I quickly took my dress off and slithered into the bathroom wearing only my bra and panties. Mustering up my best Marilyn Monroe imitation I sauntered further into the room, playfully biting my finger. As I got closer to him the mood suddenly changed. I looked down at the sink and froze in fear. It seems as though in my harried state I had forgotten to unplug my curling iron. The little red light shone brightly, almost as if to mock me. Tufts of grey smoke rose in the air from the heat it gave off and dissipated just as fast at it had begun. Richard angrily grabbed me by the arm, forcefully jerking me closer to his chest.
"You see, it's stupid shit like this that could put a quick end to all that I have worked so hard to give us.”
His grip tightened on my wrist as a demented little smirk made its way across his face. I struggled to break free because I didn't know what his plans actually were but I knew exactly what the outcome would be, a painful lesson given to me by a stern and uncompromising teacher.
I know I shouldn't have left that damn thing plugged in but I was in such a hurry and I didn't want to keep him waiting. DAMNIT! I'm so fucking stupid. Why didn't I double check everything before I left?
A solitary tear ran down my cheek as Richard grasped the curling iron and slowly brought it toward my pale wrist. I didn't even try to break free this time. It was pointless anyway. I could take this simple lesson or end up getting the "Advanced" course in pain 101. I bit my lower lip as Richard placed the curling iron to my skin.
An intense pain shot through my entire body like a flash of lightning. The smell of burnt flesh permeated the air around us. It hurt like hell and I wanted so desperately to pull away, but I knew better than to try and fight him. This little ordeal would soon be over and life would go back to normal, or as normal as it could possibly be for us.
My life wasn't the best in the world but I actually had it pretty good. A nice house in the suburbs, a brand new car parked in the driveway and a husband that took care of all my wants and needs. I didn’t have to get a job, because as Richard had said many times before, a woman’s place is in the home, taking care of her husband, cooking, cleaning and making babies. I did all of those things except one. The one thing I wanted more than anything in the world, a child, someone to talk to, someone that depended on me as much as I did Richard.
My day dreaming was quickly interrupted as Richard yelled out from the table.
"Make yourself useful and get me a cup of coffee. You think you can handle that without fucking it up, or should I call mother and have her do it? At least I know SHE can get the job done right."
I don't know what came over me but I felt all the years of being verbally taunted and physically abused come rising to the surface like molten lava about to spew from a volcanic eruption.
Who the fuck did he think he was? I wake up way before the sun even rises and slave away in the kitchen to make his royal highness breakfast. From scratch no less, and this is the fucking thanks I get for all my trouble. More verbal abuse and horse shit from the man that said he would love me unconditionally, forever and ever. Til death do us part.
I grabbed the french rolling pin that I had used to roll out his biscuits earlier on from the dish drain and walked toward him. As I inched closer and closer he never even bothered to look up from his precious morning newspaper. He just held that damn coffee mug in his hand and dangled it in my direction.
Fucking arrogant bastard. I was fed up with being his little slave. It was time for a revolution; it was time I finally got the respect I deserved. I gripped the rolling pin tightly in both hands and raised it mightily into the air. I was either going to knock some sense into his ass or die trying. I swung with all the strength I could muster. The rolling pin found its mark, catching him square in the back of the head with a sickening thud.
He slumped over the table then collapsed to the floor. Richard began to scurry about on the floor yelling and screaming.
"You stupid fucking bitch. Have you lost your damn mind, I'll fucking kill you."
I knew that this wasn't an empty threat but a promise, so I aimed for his head again. This time his head snapped wildly to the side as a thick stream of blood flew across the air and splattered onto the wall behind him. I felt good, I felt REAL good. I was finally doing what I should have done years ago but was too afraid of the consequences. Take a stand. If he wouldn’t show respect I would do as he had done to me and beat the respect into him.
His body fell flat on the floor, legs splayed and arms curved up above his head. I had shut him up, for now anyway. In a moment of clarity I devised a simple plan to rid myself and the world in general, of this evil man that got so much joy from tormenting me all these years and teach him a very valuable lesson too.
I quickly scampered out to the hall closet and grabbed the strongest looking rope I could find and a roll of duct tape. I knew Richard wouldn't be unconscious forever and when he did finally come around he would be pissed so I needed to act quickly and restrain his overbearing ass until I could figure out what to do with my “beloved” husband.
After wrestling around with his comatose body I had finally managed to prop him up on one of the dining room chairs. I tied him down tightly with the rope and just to be on the safe side I wrapped the duct tape around each of his burly arms, securing them to the back of the chair. I triple taped the oak trees he called legs snugly to the chair as well.
I didn't want to overlook anything that might give him any means of escape. The tables were turned, he belonged to me now. All the years of putting up with his stupid bullshit and his "There's two ways to do things around here, the wrong way, or MY way" attitude were about to come to a grinding halt. I took the roll of duct tape and placed the end of it over his mouth before winding it around his head several times. I didn't want him crying out and alerting the neighbors before I could get my point across to him.
School was in session, but this time the student was now the teacher. While my “darling husband” napped quietly in the chair I gathered the tools necessary for today’s studies. Then I waited patiently for the all mighty Lord Richard, ruler of the roost, king of the castle to open his pretty little eyes.
I couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized not only what was in store for him but the fact that there was no way for him to escape. My heart began to rapidly beat in anticipation. I could actually feel the adrenaline coursing its way through my body. I almost felt bad for Richard because I knew what was coming and it wasn’t very pretty. The time seemed to slowly tick by as I waited for Richard to wake, and in a moment of weakness I almost started to untie Richard and let him go but I knew that I had already come too far, at this point there was no turning back. Doing so would be downright stupid, possibly even deadly.
It was Darwinism at its finest from here on out, survival of the fittest.
The rolling pin to the head must have been harder than I thought because Richard was unconscious for almost a full hour. When he did finally start to regain consciousness he immediately began flopping around, trying to free himself from the ropes and duct tape.
I watched with baited breath, just hoping and praying that the rope would hold him. Richard stopped jerking at the ropes long enough to give me "The Look". You know what I’m talking about, the glare that is pointed in your direction but seems to go right through you. Since he couldn't use that wicked tongue of his to belittle me, this was his only hope.
I stared back rebelliously at the arrogant prick. Even though I had the upper hand and he fucking knew it he still tried to bully me around and control the situation. Like always. But not this time around. No, this time would be different. I had had enough and I refused to back down.
"NOT THIS TIME ASSHOLE!" I screamed out.
"Not this time."
I walked closer to him and stood defiantly in front of the chair with my arms crossed in front of my body. Richard’s eyes locked on to mine and never left. We stared each other down like it was high noon at the O.K. Corral. His beady little eyes burned a hole through my body. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my skin began to crawl at the thought of what would happen to me if I loosened the ropes and just let him go.
No. Stay strong, you can do this. I reassured myself.
I took a deep breath and placed both hands inside the buttons of his shirt. With one swift motion I ripped through the entire strand of buttons, exposing Richard’s hairy chest. Normally the sight of those tightly wound curls excited me. But today they made my stomach turn.
I looked Richard square in the eye as I jerked up the hot iron that I had plugged in earlier, any other day I would use this exact same iron to press his slacks and rid his shirts of unwanted wrinkles, today I would see how it works on sagging flesh.
With smoking iron in hand I placed it near Richard’s chest; he began squirming as he shook his head from side to side. Without hesitation I mashed the iron down firmly onto his skin. The iron sizzled and cracked as it burned through the many layers of his skin. The pungent odor of singed hair and burning flesh filled my nostrils, the smell was absolutely horrid. Richards muffled screams of agony lingered in the air. If I wasn’t enjoying this so much I think I probably would have vomited.
The pain from the burning iron must have been a little too much for mister macho because in the midst of his agonizing lesson in revenge a large wet stain erupted from his crotch area and spread all the way down his legs and onto the sturdy wooden chair.
I released the smoldering iron from his chest and with a little smirk of my own playfully teased him.
"You see. It's stupid shit like that right there that makes it so we can't have nice things."
He didn't get what I was talking about but he would soon know that what he had just gone through paled in comparison to what I had in store for him later on.
I left Richard alone for about 30 minutes so he could think about all the things he had done to bring us to this point. This was done for two reasons, one, I had a few other things to gather and two, it would be just long enough for the searing pain in his chest to subside a little before sticking the hot iron onto the other side of his chest. It was deja vu all over again as he twitched and flopped in the chair, trying to break free or at least let out a cry loud enough to draw someone’s attention. This time I let it smolder and burn for a few minutes. I took this time to add a little insult to injury as I began popping the blisters that had formed on the first burn mark.
Richard jumped and twisted his body around on the chair in a feeble attempt to free himself from the predicament he had brought on. Yes indeed I was a woman scorned but this was just the beginning of the hell I intended to put his ass through. Seven years, I thought to myself, seven long fucking years of putting up with this shit.
I endured the beatings, the verbal abuse, the mental abuse, the complete annihilation of my psyche just so he could feel better about himself. All the external pain and internal agony I tolerated just because he felt superior to all females, not just me, every female in the world, because he had a cock and balls.
A light bulb went off inside my head. An idea so brilliant I almost kicked myself in the ass for not thinking of it sooner. I walked over to the table where I had set out my tools and picked up a long strand of piano wire. This would be perfect for what I had in mind. I turned and slowly sauntered back in Richard’s direction, taking my sweet ass time, teasing him by dangling the piano wire in front of his face and rubbing my hand across his cheek.
"Guess what I'm going to do with this?" I taunted.
I fashioned a simple garrote by tying the piano wire around the french rolling pin I smacked him with earlier then I secured the other end to one of the sturdy table legs beside us. Kneeling down at Richard’s feet I gently undid his pants, and then seductively pulled down the zipper, licking the rolling pin from bottom to top simulating one of the things I did that he loved the most.
Reaching into his pants I firmly cupped his balls as I freed his manhood from its polyester tomb. He began to moan with pleasure as I teased and stroked the shaft. His "little buddy" was now standing at full attention. Without hesitation I quickly draped the piano wire around his penis, making sure his balls were in the mix as well.
I steadied his throbbing member with one hand and began twirling the rolling pin with the other. He squealed in pain as the piano wire tightened around his dick and balls. The wire slowly began cutting through his flesh. Blood began to trickle down from his balls and soaked into his pants. Richard began to breathe heavy, almost panting. His eyes welled up with tears before exploding down his face.
The sight of his prized possession, his ticket to superiority being slowly lopped off by the tightening wire made me feel as though I had made the right choice. When I was finished with his sorry ass we would finally be equals, that is, if he lived through this. I spun the rolling pin faster and faster.
The piano wire tightened up more and more until finally chopping through the muscle and veins. A powerful stream of blood shot out of the wound as his manhood fell off into my hands. Blood continued to pump out of the wound in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat.
I gripped the severed organ in my hand before bringing it closer to his face.
"You see this. Now I have the balls motherfucker. I run this shit, bitch, NOT YOU, ME. THE ONE THAT GIVES AND GIVES AND GIVES, UNTIL SHE CAN’T GIVE ANY MORE."
I angrily shrieked as tears streamed down my face.
Richard sat motionless, obviously in shock from the disturbing anatomy lesson I had just given him. A mixture of sweat and tears profusely dripped down his face. The crotch of his pants turned a deep shade of red as the blood seeped out then dribbled down the chair, pooling beneath him on my freshly mopped floor. Normally I would be mad at him for dirtying my floor, but I had bigger fish to fry. The bloody floor was the least of my worries.
The look of contempt that normally stretched its way across his face had left long ago and was instead replaced by one of sheer terror and subservience. He really had no fucking choice in the matter anyway. He served me alright. He served as a plaything, merely a fucking toy that I could do whatever I wanted to. Then fling to the side and ignore it until I felt the urge again, just like he had done to me for all these years.
A single tear formed in my eye then ran down my cheek as the reality of what I had done finally began to set in. I would be going to jail for lord knows how long for assault and battery. My hands started to tremble at the thought of living in a small cell and being tortured, not only by the inmates themselves but by the guards too.
Well if Richard had taught me one thing in life it was "If something is worth doing, don't just half ass it. Finish what you started and make sure you do a damn good job". And I intended on doing just that. Fuck jail, fuck assault and battery, I was indeed going to finish what I started. Wiping the tears from my face I went to the table and peered down at the implements of destruction that lay before me. These would never do, for all that he had done to me his end had to be one that was as equally dramatic and impressive as he thought his life was. I panted and growled before balling my hands up and slamming them down hard onto the table. In a fit of madness I raked my hands across the table flinging the worthless items to the ground below.
My eyes began darting around the room in search of something worthy enough to not only put an end to Richard’s life but an exclamation point on what had happened here, not just today, for every day that I have lived this sad existence, being tortured by the ruthless dictator I called my husband. While scanning the room my eye zeroed in on the perfect way to end it all. I probably looked like a woman possessed as I breathed heavily and lumbered awkwardly toward the stove. I ran my fingers down the edge of a cast iron skillet, the wretched cast iron skillet his hag of a mother had given us as a wedding present. Gripping it in both hands I jerked it from the hook and inspected it closer. This monstrosity of a pan was the worst thing I had ever laid eyes on, but since it came from "Mommy" I was forced to incorporate it into my daily meal preparation.
The damned thing weighed a fucking ton and was too bulky to use with any other pots or pans on the burner and it charred damn near everything you cooked in it. I fucking hated that skillet but I would use it a final time. I gripped the skillet firmly in my hands as I inched my way closer to my husband. His eyes widened in fear and his head jerked back. Before he had a chance to do anything, not that he could do much at this point anyway, I gripped the skillet firmly in both hands and brought it up to my shoulder as if it was a tennis racket then swung with all my might. I swung again and again, loudly grunting with each swing.
Navratalova ain’t got nothing on me. I thought to myself.
Richard’s neck snapped wildly from left to right as I blasted him upside that thick fucking skull of his. A small cut that ran along his hairline busted wide open from a sickening blow to the temple. This only fueled my desire to end his life, I placed my feet on either side of the chair and straddled it as I started raining down shot after shot to the top of his head until it finally caved in. Fragments of his skull soared through the air as I continued pummeling his head with the heavy iron skillet.
I got so in to giving this worthless piece of shit the comeuppance he deserved that I never heard the police cars and S.W.A.T. team pulling up outside. I got so carried away unleashing all the years of pent up anger and hostility that I never saw the sniper climb up onto the neighbors roof and take aim.
I was so enthralled at finally getting my revenge and showing Richard what it felt like to be at the mercy of another human being that I never saw the bullet flying toward my head.
So here we are......
My husband Richard clinging to life, tied up to a kitchen chair, bleeding profusely. And me, lying face down on the cold linoleum floor with a bullet embedded in my fucking head. All I ever really wanted was to be loved and respected. That's all.
Isn't that what everyone wants?