Vanessa stared at the small caliber weapon, of which she was very familiar with, having practiced her aim and accuracy, many times, on paper targets at the shooting range, and she was well adept at hitting center body mass, and head shots, so she was comfortable holding the fully loaded pistol in her dainty little hand. Though an overwhelming desire overcame her, and she was extremely curious to see just how much damage a few .22 bullets would inflict upon a human being. Slowly she turned, inch by inch, she crept back down the long hallway, these thoughts coming to her as she walked. It seemed so strange to Vanessa, for the things in life that wear most people down, somehow, did not touch her, and this made her always feel wonderful, and unshakable. However now, with the sight and sounds of her husband engulfed in passion with some random American whore, in her matrimonially bed, left all, and everything, in her existence changed. Now Vanessa felt she had no choice but to show no mercy and ask for none. These insane thoughts of her mind were being whirled about, forwards and backwards, by her aching heart. She did not know why Camacho would continuously betray her love and trust. Of Unity, Loyalty, Respect and Honor, her husband had none. Why he would choose to deceive her so, Vanessa did not know, though upon the day of Final Judgement she would ask her husband for an explanation. As for now she calmly, without a word, stepped quietly into the room, going unnoticed as her husband had the whore on her back her ankles up over his shoulders as he plunged himself deeper inside his mistress. Standing three feet from him Vanessa took in a deep breath, keeping her shooting arm relaxed as she gently squeezed the trigger, not once but four times.
Within six seconds the damage inflicted upon Camacho was tremendous. Leah screamed as she witnessed his forehead exploded with a blast of blood, brain and shattered skull fragments. Leah shouted out in aginy, as the next explosion came ripping through his ribs and right lung as Leah, in utter, terror, confusion and panic felt the next shot enter her belly searing into her flesh with the most dreadful burning sensation, now her face, hair and breasts were dripping in the red, fresh blood of her lover, whom had collapsed on top of her and Leah could only scream, writhing in pain from her gunshot wound, trying to squirm out from underneath Camacho, who himself was just barely clinging to life, but the third shot to his heart put an end to him quickly. Though Leah was not as fortunate.
In those last moments of her life, Leah realized what was happening as she saw Camacho's wife standing over the bed glowering down at Leah, her eyes as black as hate, as Leah screamed pleading for her life. "Shut your mouth you vicious slut!" Vanessa said as she shouted into the terrified woman's scarlet streaked face. Leah screamed louder so Vanessa took her left hand and covered the doomed whores mouth telling her in a loud, rich, clear voice, speaking to her in English "This is my house! This is my bed! You should have NEVER COME HERE TODAY!!" here Leah, trying anything to get away, she opened her mouth wide, biting Vanessa's fingers as hard as she could. "God Damn it!" Vanessa cried out with the shock of pain, this was all it took and in a nano-second she placed the muzzle of the gun up to Leah's throat and pulled the triggered.
The bullet ripped through her larynx, slicing through her vocal chords and Vanessa could look down into the scarlet stained, open wound, blood spewing forth from where her throat used to be. Vanessa actually began laughing when she saw little bubbles of blood, percolating up from her esophagus, as Leah tried to breathe. The pain and the agony was the most intense Leah would ever know and as she lay there dying. Leah thought of Xation and her son Jason knowing she would never see them again. Now it took our poor Leah a good ten minutes to die, slowly choking on her own blood, and in the silence of her last moments on Earth she offered up one final prayer to her Creator, imploring that he make sure her son would always be cared for, and looked after, and that her sister would be able to get along without her. She also prayed that the woman who took her life today, would someday pay. With the last gasps of breath escaping from her body, Leah's soul passed away into that deep abiding peace of eternal rest, leaving Vanessa left sitting on the bed in the gory, bloody mess, the grizzly murder scene of the two, dead, bullet riddled bodies, the silence was deafening, the sight was morbid and disgusting.
Vanessa sat on the edge of the bed over the next hour, which only seemed like minutes, as she gazed upon the ultimate destruction of flesh and blood, created from the violence of her hands. Now everything in her soul was black and sad, all dark shades of care, regret, desolation and fear manifested in her heart and mind. Her dark eyes were dim, cast over by a thousand shades of grey, her visage giving out the most painful reflection of hopelessness and despair, the struggle to exist with the knowledge of what she had now just done, and the blood on her hands, this horrible, homicidal action made Vanessa's will to live vanish in a haze of misery and doom, for now she knew well, and understood completely, how murder leads to insufferable damnation.
As for now, Vanessa was left to contemplate Life and Death, being left alone in the silence of human destruction. She found herself totally lost surrounded by the corpses and blood stained sheets, she was beside herself with grief, and such suffering, as her poor shattered mind had never known, or thought possible to conceive.., such murder, and madness. So Vanessa asked herself just one thing 'how far can I be from complete and total lunacy?'. To answer this question Vanessa clutched the weapon in her hand, laid herself out upon the bed, there beside the cold, bloodied body of her dead husband, and the stranger in her bed she had murdered. Then she pressed the pistol up to her temple, Vanessa took in a deep breath and her last words on Earth were "Perdoname Madre Maria.., hasta el momento de mi muerte." with this last prayer of supplication Vanessa squeezed the trigger as the bullet exploded out of the barrel of the gun and ricocheted through her brain.
Within six seconds the damage inflicted upon Camacho was tremendous. Leah screamed as she witnessed his forehead exploded with a blast of blood, brain and shattered skull fragments. Leah shouted out in aginy, as the next explosion came ripping through his ribs and right lung as Leah, in utter, terror, confusion and panic felt the next shot enter her belly searing into her flesh with the most dreadful burning sensation, now her face, hair and breasts were dripping in the red, fresh blood of her lover, whom had collapsed on top of her and Leah could only scream, writhing in pain from her gunshot wound, trying to squirm out from underneath Camacho, who himself was just barely clinging to life, but the third shot to his heart put an end to him quickly. Though Leah was not as fortunate.
In those last moments of her life, Leah realized what was happening as she saw Camacho's wife standing over the bed glowering down at Leah, her eyes as black as hate, as Leah screamed pleading for her life. "Shut your mouth you vicious slut!" Vanessa said as she shouted into the terrified woman's scarlet streaked face. Leah screamed louder so Vanessa took her left hand and covered the doomed whores mouth telling her in a loud, rich, clear voice, speaking to her in English "This is my house! This is my bed! You should have NEVER COME HERE TODAY!!" here Leah, trying anything to get away, she opened her mouth wide, biting Vanessa's fingers as hard as she could. "God Damn it!" Vanessa cried out with the shock of pain, this was all it took and in a nano-second she placed the muzzle of the gun up to Leah's throat and pulled the triggered.
The bullet ripped through her larynx, slicing through her vocal chords and Vanessa could look down into the scarlet stained, open wound, blood spewing forth from where her throat used to be. Vanessa actually began laughing when she saw little bubbles of blood, percolating up from her esophagus, as Leah tried to breathe. The pain and the agony was the most intense Leah would ever know and as she lay there dying. Leah thought of Xation and her son Jason knowing she would never see them again. Now it took our poor Leah a good ten minutes to die, slowly choking on her own blood, and in the silence of her last moments on Earth she offered up one final prayer to her Creator, imploring that he make sure her son would always be cared for, and looked after, and that her sister would be able to get along without her. She also prayed that the woman who took her life today, would someday pay. With the last gasps of breath escaping from her body, Leah's soul passed away into that deep abiding peace of eternal rest, leaving Vanessa left sitting on the bed in the gory, bloody mess, the grizzly murder scene of the two, dead, bullet riddled bodies, the silence was deafening, the sight was morbid and disgusting.
Vanessa sat on the edge of the bed over the next hour, which only seemed like minutes, as she gazed upon the ultimate destruction of flesh and blood, created from the violence of her hands. Now everything in her soul was black and sad, all dark shades of care, regret, desolation and fear manifested in her heart and mind. Her dark eyes were dim, cast over by a thousand shades of grey, her visage giving out the most painful reflection of hopelessness and despair, the struggle to exist with the knowledge of what she had now just done, and the blood on her hands, this horrible, homicidal action made Vanessa's will to live vanish in a haze of misery and doom, for now she knew well, and understood completely, how murder leads to insufferable damnation.
As for now, Vanessa was left to contemplate Life and Death, being left alone in the silence of human destruction. She found herself totally lost surrounded by the corpses and blood stained sheets, she was beside herself with grief, and such suffering, as her poor shattered mind had never known, or thought possible to conceive.., such murder, and madness. So Vanessa asked herself just one thing 'how far can I be from complete and total lunacy?'. To answer this question Vanessa clutched the weapon in her hand, laid herself out upon the bed, there beside the cold, bloodied body of her dead husband, and the stranger in her bed she had murdered. Then she pressed the pistol up to her temple, Vanessa took in a deep breath and her last words on Earth were "Perdoname Madre Maria.., hasta el momento de mi muerte." with this last prayer of supplication Vanessa squeezed the trigger as the bullet exploded out of the barrel of the gun and ricocheted through her brain.
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