A great day

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The blood slowly trickled down for several minutes. Did it make a sound? No one was there to hear, so no one would ever know. Marcus was long gone with another child. This time, his greatest enemy had tried to stop him. He seemed to forget he was not immortal. Death would suit him well.

The road was long and dead. The night sky covered everything, being fought against by the lights from the car and the pavement markers that limited the lanes. Lisa, Lily, Lyra, Lizzy, who knows. She was sitting there still in shock, eyes open, looking ahead as if nothing had happened, as if nothing were happening. The numbness she felt was a foreign intruder. She saw her parents get killed, a stranger had tried to stop the killer and had gotten shot. And here she was, not a tear being shed.

A little feeling started to tickle her throat. When a while seemed to have passed in meaningless reflections, her throat hurt so much from the sadness that was welling up inside her that she felt she could explode at any moment. At first, the feeling lacked the courage to come out. As the road passed by and different sceneries showcased themselves through the windows of the car one after the other, it forgot its cowardice. And then she cried. The trip was filled with weeping and tears. Then, they got to their destination and she kept crying until she fell asleep next to Marcus. He fell asleep smiling while looking at her. A treasure: this little girl was a pearl, a sapphire, an emerald. She was polished, shiny, smooth and beautiful, and he would wear her soon.

The next morning, before she woke up, he had already prepared everything. The tools, the shed, the lights, the table. Then he carried her half-asleep. She tried to understand what was happening and asked where they were going. She met no answers while he carried her onto the metal table and strapped her up. Marcus now saw nothing more to life than her. For him, there were no trees outside, no roads, no animals, no sky, no sun, no air. There was him, Lina's body and the shiny metal and black leather tools that he was so proud of. She would scream, he would cut and rip apart everything that there was to cut and rip apart, and he would have many orgasms until she moved no more.

Marcus had a great day. There was no fighting, no conflicts, no struggle, only pleasure. He gave free reign to his desires and even thought for a second that it was strange, that it had been too easy, that in the end, that fool's murder had seemed suspiciously accomplishable. But no matter. The day was over. Ashes had gone to ashes. He took a hot shower and played in the water and planned for his future. Then, he thought again: "He's not here to fight me. How can I feel accomplished with no challenges?", but soon he forgot about that thought as he became absorbed in his plots. The days of joy were just starting.

One the 31st of May, 2017, I was challenged to write about how a day would look like for a villain if there were no hero to fight. I wrote this story. Well, a variation of it. There is a lot of editing here. I rewrote a couple paragraphs and removed what I think were mistakes due to inexperience. Maybe in the future I'll publish this along with the rest of my stories and I will correct the current version with the knowledge I will have by then.

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