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| The following story is an entry in Network Twenty's March 2008 Fiction Contest. Author's name will be posted after a winner has been chosen. Vacation See here mom, look how he sits, on vacation doing nothing but watching television, this is why you do not understand you are not a witness to anything aside from his premeditated cordialness towards you. His worthlessness has an invisible reaching arm, it makes an open hand and smacks me like a child as if my survival were reliant on his. His manners and sincerity are simply an ingenious ploy on his part, an affectation necessary to gain your trust, to sway you over to his side from mine, from your own daughter, your last bloodline above ground. But I will expose the parasite you shall see, how will he fair unattached, the vampire with no veins to usurp. Karen would speak openly to her mother upon returning; the trip away from home (from the overlapping jobs of school teaching and maintaining the household, from pleasing him with the smallest details to no avail, from serving as a statuette a plaything raped of sentiment of any idea of love or even pleasure) was a complete failure, an unsuccessful recourse from a horrid marriage. Karen wondered if all men were like this, poachers constantly springing traps, ostentatious deceivers feigning chivalrous attributes, which never existed outside of those interactions preceding that first sexual encounter. The thought of him on top of her later that night, or vice versa (in reality the thought of making that move, assuming the position at the foot of his waist was more detestable) was enough to make Karen leave the room at the moment, unable to occupy the same room as the beast for at least a while, perhaps the remainder of the vacation. What she needed right now, was fresh air, to walk down to the beach, to do so without the slightest hint of letting him know where she was off to, to sneak out or even better to make it obvious that she was abandoning him purposely without mentioning where he could find her later. Karen plopped off the couch and slowly left the room, descending the stairs nosily, already winning a minor victory, as hopefully each step and creaking sound rang perpetually in his head, ricocheting in and out in and out, perhaps even raising a twinge of doubt in his mind, distracting him from his otherwise up to that time peaceful annual vacation. Each step gave her an added dose of strength, of confidence, determination, even allowing her the effrontery to close the door noticeably hard, a final reminder that she was leaving, and not just to get something from the car, but for possibly hours at a time, maybe even departing so at to leave him on his own for dinner. A gentle salty breeze accompanied Karen, as she cut through beach houses without purpose, in absolutely no rush, perhaps desiring to look as whimsical as possible, in hopes that people would look at her thinking that she was free from all binds, but in reality she cared about nothing, she hardly thought about her actions. Upon reaching the beach Karen removed her sandals, rolled her shirtsleeves up and walked to the shoreline, allowing the water to splash over her feet. The beach was deserted aside from two older teenage boys, off about 30 feet to her right, looking out into the ocean and talking, but apparently doing nothing for the moment aside from relaxing. They had not noticed her, but she glared at them, observing their movement, and facial expressions. She began to walk towards them slowly, unsure of her intentions for the moment but drawn to them none the less. As she got closer in her mind she undressed completely, snuck up behind them, splitting them as they gazed upon her in shock before she turned around and ran her hands over her body, inciting them to come towards her and take what they were brave enough too. She could imagine their stiff cocks in her hands simultaneously, the obvious excitement pulsating through the blood, not quelled until each in turn had penetrated her and left her on the beach naked, themselves satisfied walking away unconcerned with if they had violated her in any way, if this would be something that she would later come to regret. Instead she continued walking down the beach coming across no one else, and wishing she had acted upon what she had imagined, so that at least she had done something on this vacation, which was not for him, which completely lashed out at his pride, a mini symbolic castration. Eventually these thoughts dissipated and she returned to the house, mildly fatigued from the sun and the continuous walking, returned to inquiries as she had been gone an hour. I went for a fuck. I let two boys probably not even out of high school enter me, I let them have me, completely control me, these young boys who fuck better than you ever have, how does that make you feel that you have experienced ten more years of life, in essence ten more years of sexual activity and these youthful strangers pounded my pussy like you never have, made me scream and cum over and over again till I could not move and I had to lie naked on the beach for 30 minutes to recover, and that is why I have been gone so long, you brute where is your manhood now? He seemed to not care really where she had been, but only that dinner should be in the act of being served and not just being started. So he said no more but she could feel his onerous gaze, his thoughts, Is it too much to ask for me to get a decent dinner on time when I'm on vacation, as if she were not on vacation as well. When was this so called vacation for her, did she not cook all the meals, set the table, wash the dishes, clean the house, wash clothes, pay the bills, shop for groceries, and for what, so that she could submit herself to his controlling stare each evening as she sat across from him at the dinner table, his silent look of displeasure, as he not only was upset that he had to go through the trouble of asking but also that the salt and pepper were not out in the first place as they should be, or that she had not cooked the roast at the exact degree of his pleasure as he had so often told her. At least the kitchen gave her comfort, it was not in the act of making a meal which pleased his appetite, but in the soul fact that she could be alone, unbothered by his constant gestures and remarks, for he knew that any such actions on his part would delay the impending meal. She took solace in the kitchen that night just as she had done with the walk earlier. She picked up a clean knife and began to chop away at a variety of vegetables. Karen you wield me so elegantly, but I think you are limiting my usefulness. Karen imagine that this carrot is his flesh, see how easily it cuts through all things, look at how little resistance is offered. Karen hide me under the sheets tonight, hide me there and mount him, take pleasure in his advances for once knowing that I am close by about to penetrate him as he penetrates you. As he is about to reach climax pant convincingly and slide off to his bewilderment reaching for me and giving him a brief glance of his fate, efface his masculinity, swiftly chop off his protruding tool of dominance. Do this Karen and you will have wielded me properly, and how ironic too it will be that the knife that has fed will be covered in red. She sat down unaware of what she was doing, wondering if some choice had been made or had to be made, as he notified her that her mother had called while she was on her walk. Talk it out with mother some of this contempt must be released but she wont listen only we listen Karen only we do only we know only we have walked in ours shoes smelled his poisoning breath. I think I'll go to bed early, complain of a headache, I'll feel well tomorrow wake up early and we can go to the beach and enjoy our last day, that is what is important the last day is often what one remembers, what sticks in one's mind years later. Yes to bed early so that we may have time to think of our plan, of how we will dispose the body No Yes, Karen we can not stop now we have crossed a point of no return, why resist when freedom is so near, isn't that what we have wanted all along? Karen, just think after tonight only a few small precise tasks done appropriately and no more worries no more doing things and more things for others. We must liberate ourselves Karen; no one will do it for us. She had not looked up from her plate nor touched her food in a while, and did not even hear her husband ask her if she was okay. In fact it was the third inquiry of concern that brought her back to the dining table with a perplexed look on her face. She explained she was ill and must retire early, but did not immediately leave her seat, and when she did she even took up her plate and glass, disposed of the contents and rinsed them off before placing them neatly in the dishwasher which made a clinking sound when she closed it. In bed it was as if he were there although in reality he was still upstairs, sipping from his glass of whisky, reclined on the chair, watching the baseball game. She could not even bring herself to close her eyes let alone sleep. When she did manage to close her eyes and all went dark, she visualized him in bed asleep next to her as she lay awake. Upstairs she hears the drawer open and a knife slides out of its own accord hovering through the dark interior of the house, shining ominously, the sharpest point of the blade glowing from the silver light of the full moon, slowly gliding its way through the hallway entering room after room, as if it did not know her location, finally stopping in front of her, hanging over the bed ready to be utilized, drawing her up hypnotically out from under her sheets, calling her to it, she willingly accepting it with a terror only normally achieved when one awakes alone in the dark from a nightmare, grabbing it and walking over to his peacefully asleep body, the cover over his face, which the knife beckons her to draw back to see his sleeping open eyes directly set on her with a look of paralyzed helplessness, as she with a level of violence only attainable in someone possessed beyond hope thrashes the sinewy blade downward over and over mechanically, releasing all bottled up contempt, each strike more hateful more powerful more indicative more liberating until his soft breath ceases, and she drops the culprit, and replaces herself under the sheets and falls into a deep peaceful sleep until morning. | |