I waited.
I hunted.
I swallowed my tears and fears.
Another inch inside me.
His awareness faded, focusing entirely on sex.
Weaker...weaker...
And still I waited.
Another centimetre of my enemy’s cock inside me.
I paused for the perfect moment.
Now.
I attacked.
Rage stole everything.
I wasn’t afraid of repercussions or consequences.
I wasn’t afraid of getting hurt or dying.
All I cared about was ending this monstrosity before he took my soul.
“Fuck you!” Throwing myself to the side, his cock slipped out and Daniel’s hold fumbled. The ground kissed my shoulder, rattling my teeth as I flipped onto my back beneath him.
For a moment, I drank in the final image I would have of Daniel. He stood poised on his knees, his cock swollen and hungry, his face rageful and surprised. A simple man turned into a despicable creature. He was no longer human. Just the mistake. The unwanted.
I did the world a favour.
I did the only thing I could do.
“Goodbye, Daniel.”
Sitting upright, I hugged his shoulders, lining my trajectory for perfect aim. I wrapped my fingers around the needle; I pressed my face into his throat. Energy exploded. Righteousness detonated. I bared my teeth and bit his neck as my arm soared up, faster and faster, guided by the divine, flying with ghosts of my family, winging with the precision of fate, and pierced my mortal enemy.
The sharpness of the knitting needle slipped as easily and as cleanly as a knife slipped through expensive steak. Up and up, puncturing through his ribcage, slicing through his lung, and finally, finally,finallyperforating his heart.
Time stopped.
The world ceased to spin.
Daniel turned from rutting animal to shocked puppet.
His eyes popped wide as the softest cry tumbled from his lips. His gaze met mine. His hand flew to where the knitting needle lanced his side. He was no longer my adversary but merely thread, welcoming my needle, ready to be transformed into a seamstress’s masterpiece.
And then, he toppled.
Falling, falling,fallingto his side.
Vertigo teased as death swooped acrossAlmasi Kipangaand whipped into the tent. My wrist twisted as I fell with him, never letting go of the needle. I rolled, straddling him, forcing the weapon further into his heart. I almost lost my grip as he bucked and lurched, but I didn’t let go. Using two hands, I pushed down. Harder. Harder.
Die, Daniel. Die.
