This story is part of an experiment. I have created several versions and have presented three of them here. One was posted several days ago as ‘Shyness is its own reward’. Another was posted yesterday simply titled ‘Eyes of a Woman’
I hope you enjoy them. As always comments are welcome.
Recognition flooded over her like a tsunami ripping the very breath from her lungs. Could this be mere coincidence or are the fates toying with me? Believing in their interference was easy given their penchant for mischief. Standing there just a few feet away was the man that so callously took so much from her on that cold night so many years ago.
Inching forward ever so slightly, she allowed the glow from the street lamp to find her face. He caught her movement and a sly smile inched its way across his face. She looked intently at him searching for any sign of recognition from him. Not finding any, she looked down in a feigned show of shyness. Losing him at this moment would not do. Of course, men always made the same mistake with her, believing any attention from her was an invitation to . . . play. Better to cover true intent with but a simple sly look, she smiled tenderly and began to inch forward into the full light.
Her beauty had captivated him immediately. So predictable, she thought to herself. The trap was being set and would close very soon. She struggled with the decision to allow the law to handle this despicable insect. She decided that first she would taste the pleasure of her own revenge. She truly didn't have time for this distraction as more pressing matters required her presence elsewhere, but this was a gift she could not abandon.
“Ah, such a beautiful woman”, he exclaimed with a charming smile. A quick glance around at their surroundings told her they were alone.
She moved forward, still looking down in order to continue her show of shyness. Her smile was warm and delightfully disarming as she said in a voice barely audible, “I can see by your eyes that you are a kind stranger and I should not have anything to fear,” showing she was willing to put her safety in his hands. His smile immediately widened and his eyes sparkled at her obvious mis-judgment of his true nature, unknowing that they were both fooling the other.
“Splendid. Then won’t you join me as I stroll along the bay and take in the cool evening breezes?” He exclaimed holding his arm out to her. She tenderly took his arm and moved in close to him.
“I must admit I am surprised at this most pleasant turn of events. Here I was resigned to being alone again and a beautiful woman appears out of nowhere. It’s such a gift.” He said as he smiled down at her. She said, “yes, isn’t it wonderful when the fates conspire to present such opportunities.”
She allowed a tremble to run through her body and caught her breath. Looking up at him, her kind, deep blue eyes almost imperceptibly widened as she felt the hard, comforting muscle of his forearm. They walked a few steps and she guided them to a bench and sat down. She smoothed her dress and he leaned closer to take a long slow whiff of her fragrance. “As sweet as Camellias,” he told her. Her hair, as thick and luxuriously black as the darkest of shadows, reflected the soft glow of the street lamp above them.
They stared at each other for a moment. Her touch, as she took his hand in hers was as light as that of a ladybug landing on his fingers. Distracted as he was, he did not notice the long needle she pulled from the waist of her dress. She smiled, her lips slightly parting as if in invitation for a kiss. As he leaned closer to her, licking his lips slightly in anticipation for a sweet pleasure he was sure he was about to receive, she moved her right hand up to wrap around his neck. Instead she plunged the needle deeply into his neck muscle.
His realization that something was terribly wrong was immediate but the sudden paralysis would not allow him to respond beyond the startled look in his eyes. Her sudden excitement could barely be contained, “Did you seriously think that I would forget you and what you did to me, you animal?” She gently guided him to lean back against the bench with a gentleness that belied her hatred for him. “Don’t speak now. Relax, as, this time, I take advantage of your helplessness.”
Standing now, she quickly looked around to see they remained alone. She bent down, unbuckling his belt and struggled to pull his pants down. His underwear soon came off and as he sat there naked from the waist down she pulled out her pocket knife and let the sharpened blade flash reflected light. His eyes widened in horror. She moved close to his face and quietly hissed, “You raped me, you son of a bitch! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?” She watched his eyes as recognition registered there. She continued staring into eyes allowing her contempt to clearly show as she reached between his legs holding him in her left hand. She placed the blade of her knife underneath and quickly yank upwards. His strangled scream was like music to her and she allowed the pleasure of her action to course through her before standing and slowly walking away from a past she could finally bury.
She paused to look over her shoulder at the agony she had just caused. Finally, she found a way for men to pleasure her.
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