The Angel, The Whore and The Murderer
Another Day, Another hotel. I get outta bed, walking naked to the window and look out. Life has barely begun to move far below, and the sun is shining through the golden glass. The girl I dated last night lies in the bed, looking peaceful beneath the covers. A longhaired blonde number, with a body that would make DaVincy cry. She lies there peacefully, with a smile adorning her lips.
Admiring her where she lies, with a silksheet draped over her body. I don't know who she is or where she lived, just picked her up in a local bar not far from here. We had an excellent dinner in the hotel-room, whereafter we made love. She was still alive, breathing. Could feel her warm body against mine, smell her golden hair, knowing she was satisfied. Touching her hair, her back I heard her sigh silently under her breath. My hands touch her neck,I turned her around and gave her a long kiss. My finger grasped her throat and I began choking her while I kissed. Feeling her struggling for breath, I grasped her harder. I didn't care if I left fingerprints or markings. Her life was slowly but surely squeezed out, till her last breath escaped her mouth.
I laid her to rest, placed her body as I wanted and slept through the night. She looks so peaceful right now, like an angel with her golden halo. She will not feel pain anymore, no fear either. She died happily, I believe. Soon I will disappear, like a drop of rain in a rainstorm. She will still be here when I leave.
It's 10 o'clock, I go down to check out. While I pay for the room I tell them that my date would like to sleep untill 12, that they can wake her then. Soon I'm gone, on the highway, to another town. Another victim. Leaving behind a new angel made, created from a whore. One more amongst many
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