chaosorc

At first he stood in the yellow grass surrounded by crumbling bushes that were slowly being taken over by the bogunvillia, its long green thorns still soft and curled, sparse leaves sprouting. Then he sat with his back pressed against the wall with the sound of the house settling in the sun keeping him company. Finally it was night and he was tired of staring at the swimming pool, the shifting dead grass, listening to the pump for the pool turning on and off at intervals, the plastic ropes squirting around and cleaning v-shape areas at the bottom. He watched ants crawl his boots, large and red and determined. He flicked them away when they climbed high enough, making a game of it.

The front door closed, two people laughing. He waited and heard them enter the bedroom behind him. The sound of lips smacking, clothing being removed and tossed aside, keys on the dresser, shoes thud one by one on the floor.

He sat glaring at the moon. Inside, the moaning, someone cried out, slapping sounds, oh yes my spot don't stop fuck

When the shower started he stood and turned slowly around looking in the window. The man pulled up his pants, pale ass in the moonlight only for a moment. He collected his things and left the room.

George put his hand on the wall and felt the front door close. He pressed his forehead against the house and heard the car start and crawl away down the street.

He pushed the sliding glass door open and stepped inside, picked up her pantyhose from the floor and entered the bathroom, she immediately screamed. He grabbed her through the shower curtain and tore it off the wall, the entire thing went sideways, loud hiss as it slid. Her feet made smudging sounds as she kicked, she tried to claw but it was all plastic and massive hands gripping.

He kissed her open mouth through the shower curtain as she gasped and thrashed, holding her close and digging his elbows in, letting her knees thrash against his legs, twisting in futility.

She eventually stopped struggling and he watched her through the clear plastic waiting for her to gasp or let out some final breath, for her eyes to demonstrate that it was really over. When he was satisfied he released her and she fell in the bath with a crash. He fished off the plastic with one hand and kept his fist raised, gripping the pantyhose.

When he had uncovered enough of her and she didn't move he gripped her hair and pulled her backwards, wrapped the pantyhose a few times and used that to drag her out of the bath tub. Her eyes opened and she gasped again and flailed but it was too late, skin turning purple, bloodshot blackening eyes, he threw her sideways on the bed and the pantyhose made a rip noise but held, he put a foot on one of her shoulders and pulled until he was sure she ended.