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The Dark Deed
#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her.
He put on his clothes and left the cheap motel situated on a lonely highway in his Porsche. The car still smelled of liquor and all other intoxicants one can imagine of. The undergarments of hooker he had hired were strewn on the rear seat. Her silver clutch with condoms was lying open. His senses were coming back and all he could feel was a gruesome pain in his head and an urge to throw out. He kept driving, he wanted to vanish in thin air.
He stopped his car near a lonely hilltop, took out all the belongings of the dead woman, threw them in a plastic bag and put them on fire. The flames of the bag danced wickedly, as if mocking him. He lit a cigarette and sat on his hunches, crying and throwing names to himself. The fire subsided in few minutes, leaving a heap of remains. He got back in his car, took few sips of whiskey from his flask. The red marks of lipstick were still on his flask, it made his insides churn and he accelerated. The thrill was diverting him from the sick feeling of the bad stuff he did. He was delusional, he saw the hooker laughing and asking for a lift from him on the road. He was scared, deep inside, he was insecure. What, if his wife knows and throws him out of the house? His startup, being funded by his rich father in law? Everything was at stake. His mind was racing faster than his car.
Suddenly, the mobile chimed, he slowed the car, it wasn't his phone, he fiddled around and saw hooker's phone lying in his dashboard. The cheap plastic was vibrating with an unknown number. He forgot to destroy the SIM, the police can trace him easily now. He put the phone on silent, it screamed again with its sleazy ringtone. He picked it up and forced a natural Hello, who is it?
"You motherfucker, you left a dead body in my motel. She was my regular, you bastard! I am gonna report you to the police. If u wish to save your ass, give me 100,000 dollars tomorrow morning, or else, you will end up behind the bars for the rest of your life."
He was doomed, he accelerated once again and hurled himself down with the car off the hills into the dark pit, as dark as the eyes of the woman he had killed and left in a cheap motel.
© Meenu
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her.
He put on his clothes and left the cheap motel situated on a lonely highway in his Porsche. The car still smelled of liquor and all other intoxicants one can imagine of. The undergarments of hooker he had hired were strewn on the rear seat. Her silver clutch with condoms was lying open. His senses were coming back and all he could feel was a gruesome pain in his head and an urge to throw out. He kept driving, he wanted to vanish in thin air.
He stopped his car near a lonely hilltop, took out all the belongings of the dead woman, threw them in a plastic bag and put them on fire. The flames of the bag danced wickedly, as if mocking him. He lit a cigarette and sat on his hunches, crying and throwing names to himself. The fire subsided in few minutes, leaving a heap of remains. He got back in his car, took few sips of whiskey from his flask. The red marks of lipstick were still on his flask, it made his insides churn and he accelerated. The thrill was diverting him from the sick feeling of the bad stuff he did. He was delusional, he saw the hooker laughing and asking for a lift from him on the road. He was scared, deep inside, he was insecure. What, if his wife knows and throws him out of the house? His startup, being funded by his rich father in law? Everything was at stake. His mind was racing faster than his car.
Suddenly, the mobile chimed, he slowed the car, it wasn't his phone, he fiddled around and saw hooker's phone lying in his dashboard. The cheap plastic was vibrating with an unknown number. He forgot to destroy the SIM, the police can trace him easily now. He put the phone on silent, it screamed again with its sleazy ringtone. He picked it up and forced a natural Hello, who is it?
"You motherfucker, you left a dead body in my motel. She was my regular, you bastard! I am gonna report you to the police. If u wish to save your ass, give me 100,000 dollars tomorrow morning, or else, you will end up behind the bars for the rest of your life."
He was doomed, he accelerated once again and hurled himself down with the car off the hills into the dark pit, as dark as the eyes of the woman he had killed and left in a cheap motel.
© Meenu
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