Evil Epilogue! Part 1.

 She laughed and laughed. It was a cruel, cynical evil laughter. The blood dripping from the knife and his body had made a pool at her feet. Her hands were drenched in that blood. Her face was covered with splashed blood. And her eyes, they had a wicked smile.

She threw away the knife, dragged the body with all her might. The blood made stains across the floor, like a path, a road, leading to the hell door, maybe.

She stopped to catch her breath, as she panted, she glanced at his face. It was calm like never before. She once more gave a baleful laugh. She was thrilled, she was elated.

With pride, she recalled the blissful memory again. How she had set the trap.  She had called him, her husband, saying a woman was at the house asking for him. The woman was insisting that she had to meet him. Puzzled enough the husband had rushed home. As he unlocked the main door, he couldn't find anyone in the living room. He heard voices from the bedroom so he rushed in there. The TV was playing on a high volume. He switched it off. He called her name, "Shanti". But nobody answered. "Who is the woman asking for me, Shanti?", he yelled again.

He checked the bathroom but it was empty too. He came out of the bedroom and while he was entering the kitchen he heard a 'thud'. So he turned to look back and in an instance felt something pierce through his left side of the upper body. He turned back, to find her, standing in front of him. Her eyes were red and swollen. She had stabbed him with the butcher's knife from the kitchen. She struggled to pull it back. He pushed her. She tripped and slipped over the falling blood and was about to fall. But she held the kitchen counter with the other hand and yet again stabbed, this time his left thigh.

He descended on the ground. He tugged her hair. She cut the hair with the same knife and released the grip. He yanked backwards. Now he lay on the floor. He tried to catch hold of her hand but she perched over his body. She sliced his wrist, his fingers anything that tried to stop her. And then, she kept stabbing him endlessly. With each piercing she felt exultation. She smiled, then she smirked and then she screamed with evil glee. She laughed, the cruel, evil laughter.

She got up feeling pleased, an immoral pleasure. It was an evil epilogue!

#Fiction

This is a series for the prompt 'The Good, The Bad and The Evil'. Usually there's a sequel to the blog, but this time the first part is the epilogue. It's a series written in reverse. To know the behind story, go through the prequel -

Bad and bleak...

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