The room was dimly lit, there were scented candles all around, a pretty romantic environment one might say, the two lovers were lying on the bed both half naked perhaps in the middle of their foreplay, but neither of them moved, maybe they were teasing each other. There was a third person present in the room a woman, in the midst of twenty different aromas there was one that stood apart it was more potent than the others, it came from the gun that the woman had, it was the smell of gun powder.
She stood there looking at the consequence of her action, the man with the bullet in his chest was her husband the girl beside him had been a regular recipient of his affection for the past one year or so, a bullet landed on her head. She had known about her husband's spread of affection for the past couple of months she was waiting to catch him in the act, today she finally got the chance she brought the gun along just to terrorise them, it was her husband’s which he had ironically bought for his own protection, but the sight of her husband with another woman was too much for her she went straight in and began an open fire, the first three missed their destination but as they say practice makes one perfect the next three produced the desired result.
She hadn’t moved a bit, still holding the gun out as if waiting for someone to come through the wall, she was trying to resist every thought that came in her mind, afraid to know how she felt about it, hoping that this is all a dream and she is about to wake up too afraid to know what lies next but slowly reality did sink in, overwhelmed she fell to the ground but to her surprise she found herself laughing, she felt great and it terrified her but she couldn’t help it she felt like she was nineteen again having her first orgasm. She often had dreams of killing people but she neglected them as nightmares but now she knew what they really meant, the thrill she felt was beyond anything she had ever experienced no matter how much she tried tears never arrived, she kept searching but could not find a hint of remorse. Self preservation kicked in and she began the clean up so that no evidence of her presence is found, in the meanwhile a new thought struck her that both horrified and excited her to the same extent, the thought of performing the next kill.