I woke up horny. My heart is racing, racing vehemently like a truck whose driver is about to miss a delivery. I'm sweating profusely like a Christmas chicken waiting to be slaughtered. My genitalia was rock-hard, screaming to be fed his favourite meal.
I don't know which one is more annoying as I drift back to reality - the 'tick-tock' of the wall clock or the sound of my snoring wife. I look beside me, and there she is, my 'lovely' wife. I remember when we got married seven months ago, we made love everywhere in the house.
She cooked my favourite meal almost every day. I was punctilious when it came to caring of her, too. This went on for just two months. We haven't made love in five months. Five good months! I picked up my phone on the bedside table, and the screen brightness could blind me
I checked the time, and it was 2:05 am. My wife was clear on her stance last night before we went to bed, "I'm tired, I'm not doing this with you." Things were different with my ex, Christabel. She gave it to me anytime and anywhere I wanted. I thought to text her, but I can't.
I won't cheat on my wife. But, there's something I can do. I woke her up, disregarding her fatigue. I told her how I was feeling, but she maintained her stance, languidly, she rolled over to face the wall, she wanted to continue her precious sleep, but I can't do this anymore.
I grabbed her and she struggled to free herself, but I was stronger. She screamed, "This is rape!", but I didn't listen. "It's been five months" I managed to get the words out. She continued struggling, I knew there was no way I could get into her pants if she continued this way.
So, I strangled her, it wasn't a mistake, I miss being inside of her, if only she knew. I strangled her, and I made love to her corpse. It wasn't the best, but it was better than nothing. I continued making love to my wife's corpse until 5:15 am. I lay beside her, now tired.
At 9:00 am. 11, June 2022. I drove myself down to the police station, to report the crime I had committed. What's life without her anyway? I'm guilty, my Lord. These were the few last moments of my life because now, I face the firing squad. The sun is scorching and I'll die soon.